Solstice

When winter comes

The fire grows warmer

The snow bells tingle

Frosting panes

When winter comes.

 

The fire grows warmer

Sun-god defeated

The slaving hearth beams

With new found surrender

The fire grows warmer.

 

The snow bells tingle

Around ruddy cheeked children

Cool beams beckon

The new born sun-child

The snow bells tingle

 

Frosting panes

Glistening, glistening

The fire grows warmer

The wind thunders freely

Frosting panes

 

When winter comes.

 

 

One Response to “Solstice”

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