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1

Breath hangs in the icy air.
    Pale sun rises with  no  warmth to share.
Earth too hard for life to thrive.  
Water frozen little can survive.

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2

Winter solstice, time of fear
lowest point of ever circling year.
Yet midwinter's longest night
holds the promise of midsummer's light.



3

Children trusting Mother Earth;
waiting for the infant sun’s rebirth.
Lie at rest within her womb;
deep in nest or hole or curtained room.


4

For a beat earth holds her breath
at the moment of the old year’s death.
Then at last an earlier dawn
of a brighter sun one Yuletide morn.



5

Now the celebrations start.
Joy and thankfulness fill every heart.
People gather, presents bring;
drinking, feasting, dancing, carolling.


6

Holly, ivy, mistletoe;
sacred trees, are brought within, while snow
outside may be clothing all
in a cold but soft and lovely shawl.


7

Bare tree branches, ermine trimmed.
Dark green leaves with frosted edges rimmed.
Mud brown fields are overnight
painted with a coat of sparkling white


8

Such cruel beauty humankind
can accept with an untroubled mind.
For though still held in winter’s thrall,
thoughts of spring’s return now comfort all.

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