I move toward darkness,gather what snow brings
as pines sing their chorus
in the midnight’s wild mind.
Deep in remembrance,the brief light glistens.
A new child comes – soft
to the meadow, the woods
the world which waits.
I candle holly, bright withberry blessings on the breath
of every white and joyous bird
that settles in straw nests
and wings the winter wind.
The sun hungers for celebration,for the fires of earth
which beg against the chill of dark
for an unknown gift.
I wrap this season silentinside me, in the heat of
heart-blood, in the spark
of every star who birthed
me to this hallowed life.