Christmas Poem

Silent forest, leafless trees in frozen night
in darkness shadows rise and come to life—black brigades,
pointed arms, reach out to barricade the Seeking Soul.
The brilliant moon brights a meadow close beyond.
But sullen timbers slumber 'neath snow blankets, near forgot,
Stumble, fall; the saving light appears so close away.

As snow is foe, it is the ocean on which to sail.
A coverlet hiding all that is—or might seem to be.
Truth disguised, remains in frozen place,
recalled in blurry memory—beware—the forgetful descend to icy fate!
Lonely footprints left behind define the trail, soon to be re-covered.
Mindful steps ply inch by inch the darkened edge of frozen wood in time revealed.