The last solstice of the year
Obsidian and bleak
The fog all consuming
Dense and rain -clad
Droplets running down the glass
Channelled down.
The celestial ‘Christmas Star’
Of this millennium
Obscured
And hidden
Announcing the advent of
Christmas
Also eclipsed by
The bleakest of news
Borders closed
Nowhere to go
Tiers of restriction
Mirroring
That real story
Two thousand years ago
When everything was closed
Everything tricky
And Heaven came down to Earth.