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Freshly fallen snow hugs the ground like a blanket
Anticipation of birth in the crisp winter air
The Moon shines in the darkness secure in the future
As the first rays of Sunlight signal the birth drawing near
Women commanding over the power of nativity
Men confident in their seed to multiply
Each respecting the other’s role in the circle of life
And the symbiotic relationship with the Earth
Winter is a time of reflection
Time spent with family and friends
A reminder of the fragility and wonder of life
And so it is that the wheel forever turns
Memories embed deep in our souls beneath the insulating snow
The fierceness of a blizzard will blind our path at times
But eventually the Sun will break through
And the land will be reborn
So we may sit in the green grass in the shade of an Oak
Loving one another
And living each memory as if it´s our last