A SONG FOR WINTER

Beneath the roots of the Yggdrasil tree
A chipmunk dreams of spring
But deaf to the chirps of the robin’s plea
Only the cold winds sing

Odin sleeps in a vast stone hall
And waits for the sun’s return
While shadows grow and black gloom falls
Slowly, the Earth does turn

On craggy peaks, frost giants tread
In the valley, dishes rattle
A mother mourns, her babe is dead
The sound of a silent rattle 

“Do not despair!” the faerie cry
“Warmth is on its way…”
They wipe the tears of the lady’s eye
And let her sleep the pain away

With berry red and holly green
Evil kept at bay
All through winter’s longest night
We shall wait the day