Lonely dark cabin.
 Last night’s deer tracks in fresh snow.
 Comes a crisp bright dawn.

 In winter darkness,
 our spirit may bring sadness.
 Light a new candle.

 The crimson piper
 led us home past the hedgerow.
 Hot mulled wine for all.

Holidays are drear …
this year ... confined and alone.
Cards are in the mail.

Vaccines on their way.
Many still suffer and die.
Planets will align.