On the longest night, personal reflection
hums within my private hope
It’s dusk of the year,
activity, not faith, lies dormant
inside my hibernation,
surviving on the harvest
of seasons’ inspiration
This foundation of renewal,
unnoticed, under the surface,
needs no coaxing
Fertile dreams will unfold
as slowly as the lengthening of days
until time is ripe for creative expression
Happy winter solstice to readers in the Northern Hemisphere.
Happy summer solstice to readers in the Southern Hemisphere.
Photo by Aaron Burdon courtesy of Unsplash
Wind Rush 
Winter beds
Under snow blankets
Warm dreams spring
–inspired by Hibernation (Winter Solstice 2022) by LuAnne Holder
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Love this, CES. Makes me want to snuggle under my comforter again this morning.
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I love this LuAnne – a reminder that beneath the apparent stillness, growth still happens.
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Thank you so much, VJ. I just facilitated a session with our writers group with the theme of darkness and the solstice. We got some good prompts for reflections on these concepts. Happy Solstice!
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A beautiful Solstice poem LuAnne, wishing you a blessed Winter Solstice too 💖 xxx
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Thank you, Xenia.
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Some beautiful thoughts… “surviving on the harvest of seasons’ inspiration” Lovely Solstice poem.
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Thank you, Heather. Happy holidays.
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You’re welcome, and Happy Holiday to you!
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I really enjoyed this poem, LuAnne, the hope and faith and sweetness. Happy Solstice to you.
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Thank you, Jet.
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Splendid and excellent poem LuAnne 💖😊😊
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