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