Yuletide Sleep

When against earth a wooden heel
Hammers aloud as stone on steel;
When the Yuletide days of light
Seem most indifferent to that of night;
When the wind pounds, rattling the pane
And the sky relinquishes its frozen rain;
When stripped,the trees, seize ghostly forms
Standing sentinel on the lawn;
When bare stained fields harden at last
Iron-flawed cracks from ice are cast;
When the earth is tired, worn,cross and old
Oh to hunker down out of the cold!
Artist Jessica Boehman
Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

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