Blessed Be the Welcome Retreat Into the Dark

A Simple Yule

White Poinsettia for Yule

White Poinsettia for Yule

Fill the cup.

Rain falls, and only 

the sound of a dog breathing

in sleep beside me 

is more prominent.


I see the sleigh come, 

working its way around the earth

but it will not stop at my house tonight.


Long ago the woman,

the winter crone,

walked the earth during those 

dark days.


The warmth of the tea

spreads through my hands

and I am her.



Interesting thoughts on Mother Christmas

The Winter Crone