[Poem] Return of the sun

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As I leave my home the sky lightens. I smile knowing the sun made it back to the world. It does not feel anybwarmer, yet. The wind is cold and wet but yet, I can feel it in my bones that the sun slowly tides distant spring. The web of connectedness that connects below the surface of the world is humming life today. Bulbs and seeds are neastled in their cold beds beneath the fallen, damp leaves, waiting.
The horizon lightens casting the sky with cool toned beams of light. Naked trees cast their hands to the sky in welcoming waves to the sun as he peaks his distant face between the clouds.
Winter wanes away.
During the night the white stag danced, now as morning comes the grey of the sky continues to light. The candles we used to keep the dark at bay flicker out.

(The Wild Unknown Tarot can be found here.)