The Feast

The white mantle of Winter’s robe descends
Upon the frozen land.
Grey clouds adorn the crown of earth
As the chill of day
Rides the wind.
My heart is a blaze,
As tho the center of the Yuletide feast,
Raging with sparks of joy
And kindl’d by desire.
Come close,
Be warmed,
The hall is filled with merriment,
The keep in boughs of green.
Let us drink the toast together,
Unite our voices in laughter,
Entwine our hearts in the Season,
And go forth as one.