Wintertide comes with white, still days and

cobalt twilights that come early.

Pines wear their best greens,

while Autumn’s red slowly turns to fertile memory.

With an abundant sigh

Wintertide breathes life into the joyous herald of Solstice;

she warmly greets the new moon,

and quietly prepares for the silent night,

for The Child to be born.

(Another trilogy complete.)

May this One Jewel be our light

and give us life

during Wintertide

and always.

Poem and color photograph © copyright Anitra Redlefsen, 2003