I just found this poem I wrote and forgot December 2019 pre-pandemic. I find that entering darkness before the Winter Solstice welcomes the celebration of light to follow.
Wild Horse at Winter Solstice Speaks
Horse says, listen again. Did you forget me?
And the dry bright summer of my dying?
Let the cold dark remind you how just now
a smile passed your lips when you thought of us together.
So little pain, loss gentled. Did you forget me?
And all the pastures before our story
where you yearned for someone like me,
and whispered a call? Go again to a treeless field
and look up: the stars spin around the pole again
then comes a slow late sunrise.
Sunrise fires the stubble to gold at first light.
Invite the blistering light of loneliness to return
and bring you to your knees till you beg
for someone to let themselves be loved
as you loved me. Do not name this loss.
In the field, before nightfall, you may be found.