(I felt a little inspired by the movie “Under the Greenwood Tree)

Tales of epic knights, evil dragons, and demanding kings;

Those are for the young of mind.

This is a gentle tale;

One of simplicity and warmth.

It begins on Christmas Eve.

The snow blew fierce;

The snowflakes danced.

Bundled up in layers warm,

The men went acarolling,

From door to door they pranced.

The town was small,

The Eve’s joy filled all,

As voices sung

One house they passed,

Though but one window lit,

A woman’s head did peer

To the snow filled street.

And as they sang;

Oh, did she smile.

Lights in her eyes - beacons bright,

And rosy cheeks form the cold night

Graced her glowing face.

Snow fell softly into her hair;

She bothered not in whisking it away.

Oh, how she glowed like an angel there.

He did stand and stare

From those voices caroling,

His eyes full of awe and wonder,

Voice slowly fading into the air

As he gazed upon the angel.

No words could explain,

The searing heat that filled his heart

When he stood there,

Gazing at his angel fair.

Should he have been Shakespeare,

A thousand sonnets would be hers-

Suns blazing in her eyes,

Glowing in heaven’s light,

A beacon on that cold winters night.

But she slipped through his fingers,

The window shut and light long gone,

He stood for a while,

And for her sweet eyes did fawn.

When winters grasp did melt,

It changed not how he felt,

Instead brought the springs breeze

Warming into his heart and trees,

Further, deeper her fell.

She noticed his smiles,

His kind eyes sparkling,

And she fell too,

One sunny, summer afternoon.

Mayfest came to summer’s sun,

It was full of games and fun,

But heat did beat,

And so she sat,

Under shade of greenwood tree,

There he sat, hiding too.

Summers heat did not deny,

Hearing lovers passions cry,

Heart’s fire did ignite,

Desire’s burns ensue,

Rosy red from summer’s hue

The warmth spread;

To tip of tongue,

The hunger grew

Summer’s color did then change,

To autumn’s orange mangy mange,

So did lover’s bright red hue,

Now switch to the sky’s glorious blue.

On their wedding day, he then saw

His bride dressed in shining white.

He remembered that first night,

Singing at he window sill,

How his heart took flight,

And into her embrace he flew,

She held him tight.

Here is where our story end,

The socks and darning she now mends,

Hung above the fire on the wall,

Again it’s Christmas Eve,

Where I first embraced the fall.