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Solstice Ritual

Stain your wish in crimson ink Light a candle bathed in red Watch it burn, don’t blink When the sun fades and stars wink The moon shines overhead Stain your wish in crimson ink The night is long and shadows slink Let the flame banish doubt and dread Watch it burn, don’t blink Pour yourself a fiery drink Pen the desire in your head Stain your wish in crimson ink Light your paper and watch it shrink Declare what you have left unsaid Watch it burn, don’t blink Wait for dawn to turn the sky pink The sun emerging from a cloudy bed Stain your wish in crimson ink Watch it burn, don’t blink

The Frost

The cold crept in quietly overnight, crawling and creeping its way into the flowerbeds, smothering the silent screams of the huddled blooms. It left them shriveled and twisted, and lingered in the morning light to admire its work. The flower corpses remained tangled in the dirt flowerbeds for an entire day. Eventually they were unceremoniously ripped from the earth later by their caretakers and dumped into plastic buckets while the cold leered from the shadows. The flowerbeds remained bare, like freshly mounded graves, for the rest of winter. winter’s cold grip strangles the last remnants of autumn’s blooms