return of 200 rotations

I Thank the longest night, shortest day
the wax of dark
shifts opening room to new light
new sun
new hope in cold quiet days I’m growing warming to

how long do movements take?
the slow steady dance
plies in sky
stretched through six months time
moments caught in the minutes of days
in carved time for luminary dreams
I too will rest these open eyes

burrowed in the nest of still dark
hollows to wonder
parts of the whole
the wheel finding its familiar rhythms
pulled by new wind, dust stirred

curtains drawn
paper peeled back
look to see what’s been painted of the past
see, time stamps gone
see, bounty
in all the futures we may hold

fruits seeded
in the minutes of days
lain in damp soil
wishes on a star
I Thank you
longest night, shortest day