Wintertide comes with white, still days and
cobalt twilights that come early.
Pines wear their best greens,
while Autumnís 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
Poem and color photograph © copyright Anitra Redlefsen, 2003