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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Towards Solstice

Black willow reaches,
Longing  for the winter sun
And its cold pale fire.
Time and water freeze;
Stillness lies upon the land, 
Slow, the great wheel turns...

... and in French, courtesy Miss Yves ...

Noir, se tend le saule
Vers le soleil hivernal
Son feu froid et pâle.

Le temps et l'eau gèlent
Le calme s'étend sur terre
Lente, la roue tourne.
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