Poem - Yule

The Longest Night

The sun goes down on this the longest night

The moon rises slowly to cast it's eerie light

The chill that fills the nocturnal air

Has nothing to do with December's flair

It is here, the time has come

Excitement rises as we await the outcome

Though the night till the early morn

We feast & praise & blow our horn

Fire's that are lit burn hot & strong

Calling to the light like an evocative song

And the light it returns at the break of dawn

Reborn & renewed & as young as a fawn

We all rejoice & dance in the sun

Playing & laughing with our loved ones

Yuletide Blessings we carol & say

May the light grow stronger each & every day

Happy Yule