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In The Forest
A Solstice Poem
by Byron Marshall


We went to sleep
Beneath quilts of goose down soft and fluffy
Like cloud and snow above us
In the rooms smelling of cedar and fir
The music ringing in our ears
With the baskets swinging overhead
And the candles blurred and the room and
             the bed swayed.

On the longest night of the year
In dusky calming cedar smell
And billows of goosedown blankets
To keep out the icy cold
High above the ground and near the stars
Hibernating like bears in the wintry way.

Awaiting the sun's turn
The ever best and longest rest
On the all night Christmas eve
Outside the notes of one last song
At the wooden palace in the trees
In the high tree tops
At Wind Sway
High in the forest.

This page added December 23, 2002