The ancient ceremony starts in autumn
blessing earthly work and wonder;
Rituals of reaping, burning brightly,
moon arising, leaves asunder.
Barely a blink – a summer dream –
rushing did the warmer solstice fly;
And now we are tucked quietly into winter
under the blanket of a cold, cold starry sky.
-Kathleen C. Cooper, December 2020
Gives me a very peaceful, calm feeling. Beautiful. Luv , Mom