9th Day of Yule

New Snow

Tis the quiet eve of a celebration of light

Snow begins to fall on into the night

Tis a light snow a quiet snow

Dense and fast

Light as angel kisses as it falls past

Whispering in the forest

Squeaking on the road

Tis a light snow a cold snow

From which tales are told,

Not the fat fluffy flakes

Of which I am familiar

Like bits of lace

Wet and peculiar

Big and lovely and prone to melt

Fading away into the earth’s muddy pelt,

Tis the small ice crystals

That gather on a frozen land

A layer of magic

You can catch in your hand,

For snow is a magic

Of winter and cold

A magic of laughter

And wishes they unfold

Sparkling as it sails down

Trees merrily to frost

Swooping into earthen contours

Til the land of yesterday is lost,

Snow is Winter’s magic dust

The cold season’s gift

And if the Winter you shall trust

The world you may shift

From that dreary land of old

You know just too well

To a new land of sparkles and joy

For a Winter spell.

8th Day of Yule

The Grand Doug

The fir that is grand

The fir that is not

Not fir not hemlock

Not cedar or pine

Together we bind them

In a Yule tree fine,

Proud we stand them

In a corner of wood

Glowing golden

The color of home

By the table of candles

Lit in the gloam,

Lights are strung

Across their mingled boughs

Red and orange

Green and blue

Ruby poinsettias

On the lowest tier

Afloat they ring

The trees with cheer,

Snowflake garlands

Spiral down

As if a fluffy

Rope of snow

With shining snowflakes

Gold, silver, and white

Ornaments shine

Gleam and glitter bright

Quietly lie

In holiday splendor

Jump out at eyes in colors bold

Icicles fringe the tree

New and old

Tis the Yule tree known as

The Grand Doug!

7th Day of Yule

The Sworn Pause of Winter

Time hath paused on the darkest night

Where the stars shine clear and cold

Silence reigns in the blackest chill

As she did in times of old,

The wind is still

And the forest froze

And the shadows sharp may lie

On the snow and stone that chose

To harken to winter’s cry,

The wolves may stand

As statues still

On the ridges that grace the land,

The owls’ flight silent will

A shadow in a shadow be

That it not disrupt the stars

They shall fly ‘neath the canopy,

Velvet paws of cats do not mar

The sheen of the solstice snow

For they lie in wait in the forest

In shadows that only they know

By the stony cliffs’ crest

On the primeval boughs

Sly and alert they lie in wait

In the silence of a thousand vows

Made that they might never abate

By lives that dwelled in ages past

An oath of silence when time shall pause

To remember as long as eternity shall last

Precious memory effect and cause

Remind us in the winter still

Of when the universe was young

And knew not but darkness and chill

Before life had ever begun

In its color and vibrance

In its noise and its light

When the universe took a chance.

6th Day of Yule

Winter Solstice

Even as the shifting tides

Of balance tween the day and night

Have paused upon the precipice

Of solstice,

So the sound of winter nights

Has paused within the dark,

Still is the wind and the forest

Sharp is the light of the stars

In frozen harmony and balance

Poised ere the turn towards light,

Here when the dark runs longest

And the day swift gives way to the night.

5th Day of Yule

5^th Day of Yule

Sleep

Sleep

In the deep of winter

When the snow blankets the land

In the snug warm earth

Or by the temperate sea sand

Sleep

For tomorrow and yesterday to dwell

In dreams of warmer climes

And the tales we may tell

Sleep

In the darkness

As we wait for the light

Dream away in shadows

In the longest night

Sleep

For the future

Will bring trials that spring anew

Remember well the past

But do not live there too

Sleep

Is the call of the forest

And the meadows

Of creatures tucked away

In nests and lairs in shadows

Sleep

Is the wish

Of the hunters in the night

Of wolves and owls

In the cold clear moon light

Sleep

Is the gift

Of winter’s peace

The shadows grace

Light’s trials surcease

Sleep

For dreams

Neath the winter snow

Preserve the past

That the future might know

Sleep.

4th Day of Yule

Unseasonable Flowers

Roses bloom through the month of December

Fuchsias still bloom and primroses linger

The last honeysuckle blossom falls

Though the buds still grow

Winter by the sea

In a warming world

Flowers and mud

Rain and at last a chill that almost freezes

Where is the snow?

In the mountains

Far above us

For we dwell by the sea

There is snow at last in winter

In the mountains that distant be

But where is the snow

To brighten our holiday season?

How could we do this?

There is no worthwhile reason

Knowing what we now know

As we yearn for a December snow.

3rd Day of Yule

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.