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

 

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