A Fenland Christmas

Under a wide sky,
Hugging the ground;
Love in a manger,
Close and clay-bound.

A flock of white trumpets
Fanfare the dawn;
Lift their great wings up:
The baby is born.

A blade on the ice;
A shot from the reeds;
In the arms of his mother,
Naked, he feeds.

Hoar-frost reflecting
The light all around;
Love in a manger,
Winter sun-crowned.

Elaine Ewart, Fenland Poet Laureate

November 2012

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