Darkness has now fallen on this the winter solstice day,
The shortest one out of all three hundred and sixty five.
Stars twinkle and ring aloud the solstice bells from above,
As we thank mother nature for her wondrous gifts to us.
These gifts cannot be exchanged in the upcoming sales,
As her touch can be seen, felt and heard all over Earth.
Despite the actions of some to change or mute her song,
This fat lady will continue to sing long after we are gone.
Today we shall look like children and gaze at her work,
The miracles all around us from tall trees to bird song.
Together let us dance and sing to mark this day of Yule,
And get merry on the beauty that is around us every day.
© Fi S. J. Brown