A Yule candle mass
Dark night replenishing, Earth Mother at rest
Night Owls glide, past those who may hear
Herald the ferns in moss deeply green
No Matter, I still like to walk through trees
Our oak almighty, hark the woodland King
Sings brightly the Robin from aerial perch
Red berry Holly entangled with Ivy
No Matter, to walk through trees I still like
Our Seasons Wheel once more full turned
Our Cyclical Year continues unhindered
A Solstice dawns in Midwinter bleak
No Matter, I still like trees to walk through
Observant Pigwidgeon, ostensibly night watching
Unable to disturb dormant creature sleep
Moon-moths dance, lunar lit and pale
No Matter, through trees I still like to walk
Chill the cold night, removing all darkness
The spectrum of friendship, by flame we pass
A night light ride, candle flame dancing
No Matter, through trees I like to walk still
©Andrew Dawes