hark fine silver drifting,
a jewelers solstice down.
round the neck and finger,
bedecked like new york town.
i grasped the flakes of fairy,
touched her whitened breast,
stars and moon were asking,
only of my rare and best.
i will not go with levelers,
for i am much more light.
i wear my strength a garland,
all powerful my sight.
on this eve my turning,
ne’er darkness i look back.
brilliant snow jewel i shall be,
a crystal christmas catch.
(c) 2002 Samuel Saint Thomas