Advent: 2019 Poem by DM W

The bitter wind has flayed the trees to bone.
The old leaves have been torn off and condemned.
In this Advent season we remember,
The one lowly born; yet rarer than gold.
In these bleak, darkening days we remember
This symbol of light; who still radiates
Despite the endless din of distractions.
In this wanton world, He's a calm centre:
Whose birth was a sunburst of new meanings: .
Whose love was adorned with flakes of beauty;
Whose grace was as soft as snow & flowers;
Whose ultimate sacrifice set us free.