Magi from a northern sky

Santa, a magi from a northern sky,

crosses the horizon for those

who can claim to be resident

of the imaginal realm.

For such a magi, hopeful

expectation is enough to grant

his entry to the heart of the home.

No coincidence he appears

at the hearth's foundation.

Joining warmth, food, companionship,

and story-time's home.

The safety of open hearts invites

miracles, surprises, gifts,

charity, hope, joy,

and a visitor from another realm.

So will you open a space in your heart

this Christmas?

At the turning of mid-winter, will you let

the marvellous in?

Silver runners

Silver runners in the sky

reindeer streaking across the stars

slipping across the fields and ploughing

through meteor blizzards.

Diamond hooves splitting star-beams

fur coats dancing with comet flakes

they ring their bells in chiming cacophony shimmers

with electro-galactic currents.

Where they pass space shimmers

and stirs, thinning and softening

so they may slide through

should they choose.

Where they miss time reaches

and beckons, slowing and pooling

hoping for a diamond

hoof print, just one.

And still they leap across

interstices of light,

sending back greetings

from the other side of night.

Does the witch float?

Stone duck

cold and smooth, rounded

iridescent ballast or buoyant?

Does the witch float?

Moving but unmoving

floating but weighty:

the paradox of the stone duck.

Crossing three natures:

water, air, land

with the diplomacy and

timelessness of stone.

Stone duck

inviting yet immovable

what a joyful puzzle.

Hinting at levity

but swimming

with malachite mirrors.

A joke or a reflection?