Here’s my offering for the Ronovan Decima Challenge 36 with the prompt word Gift on the B rhyme line:
A Gift 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 bathing in a ray of the darkling sun, hearts aglow. A newborn year will soon bestow a deeply vibrant Cabernet.