by Frank Scarangello

Icy cold

frozen moon

hanging in crystalline sky

as it was foretold.

Tree skeletons

appear if dead

save pines and ivy

holly berries red.

Snow falls

on frozen water

the sun is gone

the fearful cower.

Fires burning

in little hovels

keep hope alive

the sun will come again.

Snow lies on scarlet berries

which shout to us “Have faith my children!”

As I live, so shall ye

together we shall see the Spring!

Burn the yule

eat drink and dance

celebrate the faith, hope lives

we will greet the dawn.

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