A sudden presence
A sudden presence.
He arrives through the pining air.
The wind has left the holly
To carry him here.
I wave my sleeping hand
To his lasting face:
A bright pure symbol
Displacing our pasts,
Perfect as a candle
At a yuletide feast.
Christmas Eve,
Each stained-glass dream
Filters his acceptance.
He’s mid-winter himself
Stretching white-angled wings
To shadow the star and spire.
Our thoughts exchange-
As a wealth of presents
In his frost-feeling night.
Low fires and incense feed the
Hours. The far hours which carry
The Holy Gift:
A love complete,
Stepping, between
The stars.
