Winter
is Come
Winter calls through
darkest night
Brings its cloak of
frosted might
So huddle round a
blazing fire
Watch its icy breath
transpire
Stars are spread upon
the ground
Celebrate, the Oak
King’s crowned
As Yule is reached
upon the Wheel
The longest night, we
greatly feel.
Winds blow coldest
from the North
Brings the snow which
will henceforth
Be a force to paint
the land
Earth and mountain,
lake and sand
No escape from the
frozen grasp
Until Imbolc unlocks
the clasp
Then the waters will
ceaseless flow
No more ice, frost,
sleet or snow.
By Frances Lawrence ©
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