Yule

Winter solstice poem

The hum of activity
of making and selling

Fire's lit 
stoves' on 

We fill the rooms with chatter 
and grand gestures 

Yule comes gently
knocking at our wreath donned door 

The silent guest who speaks 
only in the quietness of the earth 

Breathes in the barrenness
of the branches 

Yule, whose darkness draws 
us to comfort of blankets and stillness 

Yule, who announces herself
by switching on our inner light

_{Image by Debbie EM from Pixabay}