A little bit out of season, but maybe not too old

[Guest guest]

3 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

On the first day of Christmas

I stayed indoors

Ate too much

and played the games,

while it was snowing horizontally

in the storm from northern seas

On the second day,

shining curtains,

sunshine on icicles!

I made fresh tracks.

Past the forest

where we cut the Christmas tree.

Across the marsh.

Up steep hills.

A grouse quickly parted

from its hiding place

behind the rock

next to the frozen creek

On the third day

I climbed the final steps

into a white world

with a jagged edge.

Down again I glided

Faster than the wind

towards the center of the plateau.

A raven cried.

The sun had gone

Then I heard the silence.

>From peak to peak

Above this crest of snow and ice

covering a heart of fire

the rising moon began to dance

to a long forgotten lore

I heard a welcome whispered in my ear:

‘Because you came alone,

expecting nothing,

we let you enter this room. ‘

‘It has no roof, no walls, no floor.

Do you remember?

You have been here before.’

The challenge of the slopes,

a hot supper and a bed.

Was no longer a reward

Still I could not stay.

I slowly turned

and walked away.

Alan

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