The Belle of Yule
She walked in the natural belle of Yule,
lit up like the glitter upon the trees;
Holding a dove waiting for it’s release
in her arms the white bird appeared a jewel;
Harmony poured from every molecule,
joy rang in and sang of freedom and peace;
Flying off fingertips into the breeze
it’s wings carried an iconic symbol;
Encompassing each of the Northern Lights
her smile grew like the return of the Sun;
Sweetening the lips like a candy cane
something to believe in rose to new heights;
The journey to warmth and light had begun
bringing some hope that all year would remain.
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