At last the Holly King holds court
And Yuletide magic seems complete
With lights, good cheer, and cider mulled
We watch the snow and warm the feet

Perhaps a brief and bracing walk
Past barren branches dipped in white
Were we to see with eyes of elves
We’d celebrate a different sight

Each flake of snow a miracle
Evolving geometric frame
Kaleidoscope in crystal
December’s transformation game

And so it is that winter’s elves
By us unseen within their bowers
Do not at all lament the cold
When splendid sight enchants their hours

by Dorothea Barth ©2010

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