A carpet of pure snow flakes do here lie
Among the grass, icy dew dissolves,
The fractals, each one unique and fleeting
Colours, a prism in which the light evolves
A little bird, ‘gainst a thorn his breast yields
Hark! His winter song, his feathers are rent
Blood from his heart, soak’d that we may see
On crimson path, the winter – heaven sent
Nought but the silence of the night descends
The passing of the solstice, the shortest day
The briar, mulled remnants of a warmer season
In its stead, holly; will it lost memories defray?
Only our love can see us through the dark
A kiss under the mistletoe or a lonely star
You will know for sure if it’s in your heart
When the Noel brings gifts from afar
