Form: Novelinee
From Samhain winter rises with the dawn,
a world of icy mists and frosty white
as summer days now seem so long withdrawn
and yet the sun still rises in delight.
For Yule is calling out the shorter days,
of when the Lord of Sun shall soon return,
upon a winter's morning's distant haze,
as flaming beacons wave and fiercely burn,
for days of life for which we Pagans yearn
©JGFarmer2009
A Garret Poet 
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