This be the night of the Winter Solstice...
I listen and hear the rain falling upon the roof
I listen and hear the wind calling to bare branch and bough
I listen and hear the shadows dance the dark and the light
I listen and hear the silence speak my heart
I listen for my pulse beckons me to hear the whispers of BEING.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet
The longest night of 2018 will be illuminated by a full moon and a meteor shower.
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