The Christmas Star

Updated: Dec 10, 2021


It was winter.

The wind blew from the plain.

And the infant was cold

In the cave in the slope of a hill.

The breath of an ox

Warmed him.  The livestock

Stood in the cave.

A warm mist drifted over the manger.

Having shaken hay-dust

And grains of millet off their sheepskins,

Shepherds stared sheepishly

From a cliff into the midnight distance.

Far off were a snow-covered field,

A graveyard, gravestones, fences,

A cart’s shafts in the snow drift,

And, above the graveyard a star-filled sky.