Shortest day of the year and the longest night. Celebrated in community with food, poems, stories about the Yule, cheer.
Here’s Kirke’s poem, fresh out of his brain on Friday afternoon at 3pm:
Winter Light – By Kirke Harper
We gather this solstice in this magic place
To celebrate new beginnings.
We circle, Druids all, around this winter fire
Awaiting colder days,
Welcoming snow and ice
Yet to come.
We watch for early light, longer days.
We share friendship and laughter,
Gently pushing age away,
In this time of hope and forgiveness
Looking for a change in the light.