That solstice feeling

The winter solstice
A time when we
Can eventually rest a while
Merrily
Observe the forest
Its trees some bare
Feel the firelight in one’s hair
Know in the cold sod
Seeds now sprout
Boldly they venture
In no doubt

In our hearts a warmth
We feel
Out of the window
Its very real
The frost gives rise
To our wintry gaze
In the grate of life
A fire we raise

Sitting closer to the hearth
Hearing the wind
And its true wrath
Drawing the fire
From the grate to where
It mingles
With the roof top air

The forest is still
And the river may
Be locked in ice
Or slowed lets say
Lets walk a while
Lets see our breath
Leave us in clouds
Lets remember the death

Of millions of Turkeys
That had strutted their stuff
Or probably nowadays
Crippled enough
No place to wander
So tightly packed
They hobbled and sat
In their excrement
FACT

So many animals perished
This fall
So many animals hung on the wall
Not even stunned
The kosher way
The muslims suggestion
That stole their day

Some of you maybe
Sing a song
Or hum one as you walk along
Perhaps a ritual in the dark
Or home by the hearth
Our wish to mark

The winter solstice
The mistletoe
The holly the ivy
All those we know

The solstice sun is relieved
To feel
He is back again
And will reveal
Himself with light
Thrown from above
To promise us eternal love

Those seeds who have boldly
Left their skin
Will search the darkness
Grow strong and win

Their right to push through
The frozen soil
This is vital masterful toil
To express themselves
With a glorious ring
When they burst forth
Into the solstice of Spring