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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 |