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Mabon
Your heat has raged and burnt the world with light since you were born to rule Midwinter’s night; you’ve warmed the earth, its bones and seeds alike, to melt the snow and turn all new life ripe. But lo! your … Continue reading
Beltane 2005
What I have left to strike a spark is just a book of grayed and dusty matches; not much good at dispelling dark when the flint is reduced from ancient scratches where once I sought to catch a fire against … Continue reading
New Year’s Eve 2004
I may resolve to change my ways this year, exchange old habits for ones I’ve not tried. But there’s no point in much of that, I fear, for one’s true nature cannot be denied. Perhaps I’ll vow to focus more … Continue reading
Yule Log 2004
The times when goodwill, peace and love are praised are rare indeed; and rarer still those instances when thought translates to deed. So in such seasons where these things are found, take heart, rejoice, and with compassion, grace and honor … Continue reading
Independence Day
I heard the sounds last night of war outside my window and front door, wild shells and streaks of fire and light; and I was troubled at the sight. No thought of where the sparks might land entered the minds … Continue reading
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Tagged celebrations, democracy, dissent, fireworks, freedom of speech, holidays, independence, Independence Day, politics, rebellion, war
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Easter by Telephone: a cyhydedd naw ban
In California after eating they called up to offer a greeting, their plates filled with beans and broccoli ours with roast beef and mashed potatoes. We passed the telephone back and forth, discussing children and work; of course, we spoke … Continue reading
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Tagged California, communication, cyhydedd naw ban, daily poems, family, holidays, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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