Winter Solstice, the shortest day, the longest night. Snow blankets the ground; Jack frost plies his mischief over hill and vale. Boughs are bare amongst the skeletal stands and little stirs. Seeds lay waiting for their moment, while the land sleeps and darkness rules. Dawn sees the wheel turn on its tireless transit, the new sun is born from the horns of the moon. Our march to spring has begun; light will increase whilst darkness retreats. Solstice greetings and hopes that your journey is filled with all you'd need.Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Solstice greetings
Winter Solstice, the shortest day, the longest night. Snow blankets the ground; Jack frost plies his mischief over hill and vale. Boughs are bare amongst the skeletal stands and little stirs. Seeds lay waiting for their moment, while the land sleeps and darkness rules. Dawn sees the wheel turn on its tireless transit, the new sun is born from the horns of the moon. Our march to spring has begun; light will increase whilst darkness retreats. Solstice greetings and hopes that your journey is filled with all you'd need.
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