Wind blows through the Ring of Brodgar,
Stones are blessed again by driven rain drops
As they mark off the wheeling of another year.
And here we are, feeling the warmth:
By Mike Bell
The Way Home
Night sky reels over into darkness at last, as
North leans away from Sun. And
Look, the Bears are back!
Fulfilled, we look back over Light Years to
Where they point the way Home