A Simple Yule
White Poinsettia for Yule
Fill the cup.
Rain falls, and only
the sound of a dog breathing
in sleep beside me
is more prominent.
I see the sleigh come,
working its way around the earth
but it will not stop at my house tonight.
Long ago the woman,
the winter crone,
walked the earth during those
dark days.
The warmth of the tea
spreads through my hands
and I am her.
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