Cirque’s Tree
Long ago in a far off spring
A seed unfurled in a sheltered cirque
Where the alpine flowers ring.
As the years turned
Its brethren on the upper slopes
Twisted and morphed in the mountain winds
While the sun burned,
Yet around the cirque’s sides
The winds would whistle
And the rocks above scour
Leaving the cirque’s alpine fir to bide.
Tall it grew and strong and green
Sweet it perfumed the summer breeze
In the center of a cirque that few have seen.
When the nights are long
And the times have paused
By cloud and stars
The wind will whisper a song
Rising up over stone and tree
Drifting down from stars and moon
Entwining where the fir doth grow
A garland of music that none can see,
Twinkling star light
Glinting snow, sparkles
On the dark fir bough in the night,
Icicles from the boughs are strung
Snow dust frosts their green
From vines berries red are hung,
In fiery glory a phoenix flies nigh
With a flickering feather
To adorn the tree on high,
Quiet and majestic the ice dragon flows
Down from the wind
With a gleaming scale on the tree to go,
With a quiet purr Winter’s cats
Stalk down as if the air was velvet
To hang crystalline paw prints with a gentle pat,
With dancing hooves the pegasi
Approach in a concert of silver bells
Wreaths of braids with feathers sigh,
The unicorn with dignity
Touches horn to the garlands of song
Light from star and moon embrace the tree,
From the forest the wolves pace
Snow and shadow twisted spun
A globe to fill a space,
A salamander slithers near
With heat held back from delicate snow
Crystal caught flame to dance, not fear,
The griffons tawny and touched by snow
Beat over the slope above
With amber beads and feathers to show,
Winter fairies sparkle and flit
A glittering cloud cast upon the tree
And silver bells with pixie dust lit,
Beings line the cirque from snow to stone
Sharing their gifts
Here not one is alone,
Wishes warm the air
Brightening the tree with laughter
Born of joy and warmth a golden light
From the lowest tier to the bow with a flair,
Where the fir’s leader meets the night
Radiating love and bathing hearts
Symbolic of their gathering
A golden star is spun of light.
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