Jean Gier
A softly falling Christmas snow
Adorns the darkened woods below;
The regal pines that crown the hill
Conceal a stately stag and doe.
A rabbit flees the midnight chill
And scampers home beyond the rill
Through crystal vines, a nimble flight
To reach its burrow, warm and still.
A single star of silver light
Is twinkling from a distant height
Till woods, imbued with wintry white,
Sleep bejeweled on Christmas night.
