Solstice Serenade

The distant sun sets on the shortest day,
as the magic of the north land comes into play.

Stars come out one by one to accent the night,
wild creatures sleep under a blanket of white.

Wild creatures sleep, under a blanket of white.

Frost creates artistry on every twig and blade,
coating the night with a silvery brocade.

A richness of beauty as rare as the cold air,
the moon comes out casting reflections so fair.

While wild creatures sleep, under a blanket of white.

The stars and the moon add to the still of the night,
while Aurora Borealis move magic in curtains of bright.

Colors so moving, so fading, so enchanting, so rare,
that come and go like a warm whim in the cool night air.

Unseen to the creatures, lying asleep below.
Wild creatures sleep, under a blanket of snow.

Wild creatures sleep, under a blanket of white.

The sun peeks through to a crystalline dawn.
Diamond flakes of ice and snow filter on down.

Trees laden with frost bow branches to the light,
the brilliance of day outshines the artistry of night.

And the wild creatures sleep, under a blanket of white.

The peace of the wild is so clear in the brilliance of day.
Shadows pierce the snow leaving no tracks as they play.

A lone fox listens for faint sounds of his prey.
And then pounces into the snow surprising his way.

And wild creatures sleep, under a blanket of white.

And dream of the day, when days are longer, than night.





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A snowscape of frost  and moon

Image © Andy Trowbridge

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12/21/11