Christmas Song

Lily Kramer Roth

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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