Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 1)

Christmas Sonnette

A snowflake impaled upon a thorn,
A diamond of ice in a shell,
A season as close to grieving
As withering flowers on a grave;
A baby exiled in a cave,
A tousle of hay for Noel,
A scenario as far from believing
As shepherds seeing Messiah born:
A blossom of blood on a manger,
A ruby of blood on a tree,
A season as full of danger
As an Imperial decree:
Now see Calvary in the snowy night
And the open tomb in the stable light.