Warrior flower, hardy and fearless,
Thrusting up and out into bitter cold.
You look so delicate, porcelain white
With wisps of green gracing your contours.
You are the reconnaissance mission!
The crocus infantry will follow
You into the spring, as will the legions
Of daffodils, bluebells, tulips and pansies.
You lead the way out from the dark bleak months,
Bringing hope and beauty and joy with you.
Dear little fragile snowdrop, thank you
For being a winter warrior.
Midwinter is here!
Let’s celebrate Yule!
Collect the best logs
To ignite as fuel,
Watch the flames flicker
In hypnotic motion,
Drink wine from goblets,
A winter potion.
Sing as loud as you can
So the heavens can hear you.
Dip crusty baked bread
Into gooey fondue.
Adorn homes with leaves
Of glorious green.
Take a break, relax
From a fast routine.
Dance as though possessed
With love and joy and hope.
Even try to channel
A disco antelope.
Celebrate your love,
Memories, gratitude,
Humility, hope,
Peace and solitude.
Rejoice in these gifts
Which you have inside
And enjoy yourself
In this blest Yuletide.
Naomi Rettig 