I stand and watch
The White Tigress raise Herself and burst through the trees.
Her reflection was on water
More radiant in her first quarter
Than direct through sparse birches and coppiced hazel.
Now poured a light so bright its power entered me like a beam,
Straight to my core.
Framed by the branches, barely diminished by the
Breath of Water raised from the Earth.
She countenanced no shroud of cloud.
Just as She pulls the great waters to and fro,
So the branches swayed in the wind
Silhouettes of birds change their roosts.
How the Tigress transfixes me!

Not all of us feel to celebrate the birth of a
Male king at this time of the year..
Yes, the Principle of Light is returning
But it is the time to celebrate still the greatness of the Dark
Principle,
She who nourishes us with Her bounty
And whom we shall need to cherish much more
In times to come.
Or we shall indeed be burned away from the surface of Earth.
The Light unremitting must be balanced
There will be at the least mass extinctions, forced migrations,
Competition and conflict for resources within a dwindling ecosystem..
Perhaps it shall be and it is already too late?
Must we then give up any struggle for balance?

Later
I hear an owl call
And call back.