The Yule Stag
There is a hush on winter nights
That glisten in frost
And the dripping remnants
Of a recent snowmelt
Stand still, and gleam
In the light of a full moon.
The softest footfalls
Stir the stillness,
And lo,
A lone stag wanders
Among the firs
Amidst the holly.
Who knows where
He has come from.
Does he have
A family?
These mysteries
Remain unknown.
But he is generous,
He stands ready
To guide you
Through the moonlit paths
And the soft shadows cast
On this cold winter night.
