Forgotten are the venerated trees,the winter solstice rites of yesteryears.Neglected are the ancient mysteries.Our sacred groves are drowned in Gaia's tears.Beloved traditions once so highly prized,now, tattered vestiges of olden times.Our cherished ambitions, half-realized,faint echoes of the ancient, mystic rhymes.A wreath of evergreens adorns my doorfor winter solstice, the year's longest night.Observing festivities as before,we'll... Continue Reading →