Christmas Song The forest is silent Dark lines in white powder on pale morning fog In the half light, where the trees arch and twist into a crown There is a glade Under the snow’s watchful eye the ghosts of flora monuments stand Hooded figures waiting And thus the blood star sits buttressed by crystals Plain weed turned jewel Flowering cactus in the desert Crimson beacon to guide through the darkness Beneath its intoxicating, yet not potent points Icy rifts lead down to dried grass and frozen earth Tiny insects gather here Under the radiance of the blood star All is still Then a wind sweeps through the forest Snow falls The star shines A bird cries And day breaks on a Christmas song
- Lily Kramer Roth
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