Sky turns gray
Wind blows like the hawk
Soaring through this endless dream
Called life.
Bundle up
Light the hearth fires
Store and stash
This harvest.
Call upon the old knowledge
Taught through childhood
Body or soul
Life or lives.
Gather with those close to heart
Keep the fires alive
Lit deep in our souls
For the spring to come...
K.J.K 12-22-07
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