May every day of this grand turnaround of seasons
seem longer than is wont of nature;
may every morning find undiminished
the golden splendor of the sun;
may every evening find undimmed
the silver splendor of the vesperstar.
May everyone you see be wakened
by your own reviving light.
And on this your journey,
may your path be illumined
with lanterns and early-blooming flowers.
Solstice · Poems