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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