Winter Solstice

On this Winter Solstice Eve,

Which me should I go dark to see?

My past me’s pain and hopes and dreams?

Tomorrow’s me who’s light yet beams?

Warmed by my cedar smudge stick’s blaze

I’ll set my sights on me and gaze.

Past me now thank those chapters dark

For growth through sorrow, truths cold and stark.

Those growing pains I could not see,

Have carved the path to bring me, me.