I saw the ghost of Yuletide Past ...
No. Make that the “Spirit”.....
This was no wisp of fog, no wraith
Of mouldering memories or dreams.
This was The Thing Itself.

This was the Primal,
Essential Being
Dressed in flesh.
This was the human cypher of the deity
That moves in winter’s depths;
The image of that Magna Mater,
The Great Feminine enthroned
In the warm center of a cold earth sphere,
Goddess of death and of new gestation.

She is beautiful and terrible;
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(Truth, Justice, Freedom, Reasonably Priced Love, and a Hard-Boiled Egg)
Remembering John Keel.

Wearing the lilac today for Terry Pratchett, in the battle against Alzheimer's.

I can see a market for these ....