Here’s my offering for the Ronovan Decima Challenge 36 with the prompt word Gift on the B rhyme line:
The shortest day is coming near,
we smile, receive it as a gift.
The solstice cuts ourselves adrift
from every other time of year.
It's like the tumbling of a weir;
the waters wash our pasts away,
we're cleansed by batheing in a ray
of the darkling sun, hearts aglow.
A newborn year will soon bestow
a deeply vibrant Cabernet.
Beautiful here’s hoping 💜
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