The morning chased a taxi
As it drove on the no man’s land between night and day
The skylight with a whisper of summer
The snow melted quietly from the trees.
The wintry art of nature
Gave way to the next.
The early ones pushed their heads from under their covers
Under which they had slept many moons.
They greeted their friends
The waking trees
Who were putting on their green clothes.
It was time for celebration
Satyrs and forest maidens
Danced under the tree shadows.
Light up my way
Lift up my day
Go ahead of me
To prepare a blue sky
To wash with white snow
This earth under you
It longs for a coat to warm itself
It wishes for a blanket to sleep
To rest away its weary sighs
To refresh its bones, warm its cold sides
So that after a long slumber it may wake
And dance in new clothes over the hills
Clothed in the light you have given it
Feet light with the day you light up
Can you hear the whisper in the wind
Can you hear the voices blowing in its recesses
Can you hear them and feel them
Caressing the leaves on the golden trees?
Is the world real to you today
When the light goes down on the horizon
And it seems like it is on fire
A fire burning
A blaze shining?
Does it seem like something that is possible
Such a sight in the arms of this world?
Can you feel the wind humming
In the eaves of the very leaves it is caressing?
Hang in the arms of the tree branches swinging
The frost is coming and they are willing
To sleep until the world is new
And they want you to sleep with them too.
And green hangings
Blue bed spread
That is what I see when I look around me
It is not where I wish to be
My dream is a home full of light
Matte colours of brown, black and white
With specks of colour forest green and gold
I like dark colours
Brooding and bold
I say goodbye to the cheeriness of my home room
For at the end of this year
I will be gone
Merry Yule is this day,
What is Yule anyway?
It is Christmas,
The birth of Christ,
It is Saturnalia,
It is the fest of light.
The darkness creeps in all winter,
But these days they no longer linger.
In ancient Roman times,
It was a time to celebrate the gods.
Today we celebrate Christmas,
A holiday of gifts,
Peace to all on this Earth,
I hope troubles give you a wide berth.