A solstice poem

Here we are in the last few of the darkest days of the year with the most yearning for light.
The darkest and the most prime to let the stars shine bright.
The darkest and the most prime to let our gratitude for brightness shine.
The darkest and the most prime to let our laughter on candle lit tables with our loved ones sharing warm cider shine.
The darkest and the most prime to let the coziness of baking a saffron spiced apple cake shine and bask in the warmth of a blessed oven on a cold cold December night.
The darkest and the most prime to remember the abundance of summer and the magic of spring.
The darkest and the most prime to marvel at the sparkling snowflakes.
May the balance of light and dark on the last solstice night of the year be a symbol of harmony and balance for the year to come.🌞