The Forest glade

The forest glade that sets the mood
Of joyful memories in the wood
The sun sets low upon the sky
And shines through mist as if fey dance by
Glistening in radiance upon the snow
And amber colours still peep through as to show
That life seems still, waiting with silent breathing
Waiting in patience for a winter evening


A light does shine from a darken place
From a single droplet that reflects a face
Of a prince among trees with his head held high
Seeking his kin with the moon in the sky
Gentle hoofs touch the snow
Leaving a trail as he goes
That scene so clear it’s always there
In celebration of a winter care


In a shadowed cove by mighty oaken roots
A man slightly walks with fur trimmed boots
He hides among holly and in ivy beds
Walking among ghosts of ancestors dead
Wrapping a heavy cloak around his form
He smiles to himself and drinks mead from a horn
He sits on a rock that’s still covered in green
Waiting patiently in a Yuletide dream


Watching he waits and sees on the horizon
A glimmer of light that seems so inviting
For merry folk are dancing near to a fire
For death and rebirth is now their desire
To welcome the light and welcome the sun
And wait for the day when they both become one
But till then they will dance, sing and rejoice
And let natures cycles take them to its chose