Magazine article First Things; A Monthly Journal of Religion and Public Life

Advent Windows

Magazine article First Things; A Monthly Journal of Religion and Public Life

Advent Windows

Article excerpt

Holy Holle, Mother Winter,

Shakes her eider till it flutters,

Till the ticking frees its feathers,

Drifting, shifting into snowflakes,

Soft as swansdown, slowly falling,

Blanketing the world in whiteness.

Robed in furs of spotless whiteness,

Rapt, the Snow Queen watches winter.

Glacial ice, her mirror, falling,

Shatters into shards: each flutters

Through the air; her splintered snowflakes

Fly, all fletched with freezing feathers.

Fairies paint the panes with feathers,

Frost the frames with hoary whiteness,

Limn the pines and posts with snowflakes,

Weave the world the gown of Winter,

Fragile lace, its frills and flutters

Fixed, all frozen water falling.

Ghosts of past and present falling

In with future float like feathers

Round the miser; each one flutters

Trailing winding-sheets whose whiteness

Rivals that of Old Man Winter,

Swirling, thick as churchyard snowflakes. …

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