Solstice Reckoning

"The wind carries tales of the ancients,
secrets sculpted in shadows,
dancing on the edge of twilight."
"When the shortest day embraces the long night,
what truth emerges from the frost-kissed light?"
"Stars blink in Morse code,
mapping the dreams of wanderers,
tethered to the earth by whispers."
"In the horizon's breath, silence hangs,
yet the heartbeats echo through the darkened pines,
what is heard when one listens with the soul?"
"The solstice sings an ancient lullaby,
weaving opposites—fire and ice,
a tapestry unseen yet deeply felt."