YULE

The return of the sun
With such light that has spun
Through worlds of yesteryear
Its capacious stare
And far reaching view
Bestrides the universal, true
Its compass carves creates and states
Its ramifcations spread
Bring in some fuel
To welcome yule
And somewhere to rest my head

As if ready on tap
To lighten the sky
And force the sap
To the skyline we
Continuity
A kiss from the orb and a way
To heighten emotion and perhaps devotion
And sit by the fire for a day