My Solar New Year
the morning after solstice
I’m here in the dark
writing my heart out
feeding that spark
the spark to create
kindling the fire
the spark to express
and flames of desire
to draw and to write
to sew and to paint
with plants, food, or furniture
fill the need to make
in the cycle of dark
I’ve been making space
releasing old shit
to allow for some grace
to see with fresh eyes
to listen and hear
with compassion not judgment
curiosity not fear
space for myself
to breathe, to know
it’s safe to create
and time to grow
so I sit here typing
alone in the dark
heart full of gratitude
and fanning the spark