December 1: Angorath Quiet morn lain brisk and slow Nights wane longer, flights fly low White frost billows cast the snow Winter...

November 30: Finale “It’s cold out here...” “It’s warm in the Hive on the Hill...” It’s warm where the Queen on her Sugar Throne, Coddles...

November 29: Vesper We’re old now Old ladies on old wings And self-guided sojourns So long ago we bid our way So long ago… “We were so...

November 28: Aide “Shake the weary wings to muster forth one last parade.” “Rise again endearing ladies we do not yet fade.” “Dare we...

November 27: Hibernation Lumber the slow forms side to side Rest in tandem beast Drops of rain-crust grit the puff-shale Speckle hillside...

November 26: Fallen Once six, now five, so dwindles the Hive. Walk with me ye child of sisters Walk with me and sing Walk with me and bid...

November 25: Prosperity Such snuff is the reign mere borrowed Heads of crown handed down Rings of rule now fooled Take… Hold… Pass… We...

November 24: Lineage Hours tick ‘round Wrinkled brows Lined in furrows Mortal matrons slow to rally Endless landscape pure Children...

November 23: Crown “It’s time to go,” the father said. “And never turn back ‘round. It’s time to leave my sword behind And bare my head...

November 22: Festival Busy bees are busy still and yet the fanfare rides Games and feasts? Songs and shows? Cheer and dance? Yes… Oh yes…...