This was a solstice freewrite I did last night scribbling in my notebook. These use some prompts suggested by Alix Klingenberg at Earth and Verse

“There is a season deeper than winter”

There is a season deeper than grief.
Mother for daughter.
Quickening Ash.
Deeper than this ocean
Filled with the tears
Of every road not taken.
Where do they end ?

Something must remain the same.
Something must remember the words before divergence.
Something remembers cold air and blue skies
How it used to snow every December?
Something remains the same

This constant.
Is the pit in my stomach
The center and seed.
This ball of gravity
Holding the world together

Light comes and erases this night.
I touch the sun and my soul ignites

And I remember that in the beginning there was light
And only when we started spinning did we create 

Dark Night.
And dreams
And shadows.
And time itself
Our master grinding us ever down.

This is when the whispers started.
And we started longing for Eden without knowing what that means.

And I am not sure if we can handle the light and it’s constant unrelenting truth.