A carpet of pure snow flakes do here lie

Among the grass, icy dew dissolves,

The fractals, each one unique and fleeting

Colours, a prism in which the light evolves

A little bird, ‘gainst a thorn his breast yields

Hark! His winter song, his feathers are rent

Blood from his heart, soak’d that we may see

On crimson path, the winter – heaven sent

Nought but the silence of the night descends

The passing of the solstice, the shortest day

The briar, mulled remnants of a warmer season

In its stead, holly; will it lost memories defray?

Only our love can see us through the dark

A kiss under the mistletoe or a lonely star

You will know for sure if it’s in your heart

When the Noel brings gifts from afar