Holly King regains his throne,
druids dance and crowds cheer
as the Sun shoots a golden path
into the gray center of Stonehenge.
No such noisy celebration here:
only cardinals busy at the feeders,
gardens green and complacent,
only lilies, pink, orange, red and yellow
turning to the light,
only me on the steps
to greet the King
on his triumphant return.
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