New Year's Eve
I sit at the gateway to the year
Reading Tarot by candlelight
Days of Omens
Crows, the dark birds of the Morrigan, Ireland's Shadow Queen
They call and echo her demand for action
Harsh-sounding poetry, echoing and rhyming in ways that jolt
The magic, the light and the shadow
On the threshold as the year fades into the new
And now I am old, though truly I love being older
Wiser with the learning I have done through time
Now I feel the age covering me
As the year quietly ends and starts again
I am grateful as everything gears up to move
After the still point of midnight
I am safe, secure
Cold outside but warm in here
My sanctuary is here, my altar and my ancestors
I face the future once again
And breathe in
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