December 21, 2021

Yule, By Lissa Sloan


I am the time that was.

Famine, feast, birth, death.

I am the truth of it.

Endings, beginnings, and passing through

All written in my rings.

I am the time that is.

I burn away

The fever, the failure

Sobs and songs

Warm skin, every blink and breath

Words and deeds

Heartbeats and heartbreaks

Sear blue to white to gold and crimson

Black and white and gray

Mingle in the hearth,

Bitter and sweet

All crumbled into ash.

I am the time that will be.

Seeds sleeping under earth

Waiting for the sun and the dark

The wind and the rain and the ax.

 I will return.

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