On the darkest day they come
to witness the mystery
of the changing world they know
cycled seasons and heavens
that play on them each new year.
They thank appropriate gods
for letting them live once more
when plenty came and ask for
deliverance again through
the tougher cold months ahead.
All look to the sun rising
higher, brighter and longer
and the seasons turning green
when they gather together
in warmth, rejoicing; knowing
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