Winter Solstice: A Weaver’s Ode
On this longest night, beneath the moon’s glow, We gather our materials, row upon row. The hush of winter, the still of the air, Guides hands to create, with love and care. The basket takes form, a circle of grace, Binding together both time and space. The solstice whispers of endings and starts, Of woven […]
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