The snow-covered earth
acts as a cover
to the sprouts
that will be born.
The wind
that comes from the North
brings the breath
of the December’s nights.
The lights of the candles
remain lit,
to bring warmth
to the homes
and to wait
the dawn of the new day.
Poem (C): Me
“Silent Night” (1891) (C): Viggo Johansen
Merry Christmas to Everyone!! 🥰🥰🥰☺️☺️☺️🎄🎄🎄
