Hymn to the Seasons

light of limb
in the circling dance
that sways and bends
and never ends
our seasons endure
austere and pure
in all of their
sacred fastenings
regard them
as we may

[Anna Sykora has been an attorney in New York and teacher of English in Germany, where she resides with her patient husband and three enormous Forest Cats.  Writing is her joy, and she’s published hundreds of stories and poems, mostly genre, in the small press.  One unpublished novel concerns the German persecution of witches in the Middle Ages, a topic hardly studied in the Anglosphere.]

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