The Tale Of The Yule Spider
A Christmas Poem
In the depths of winter, a woodcutter survives,
Cold and hungry on Christmas Eve night.
No food or drink to keep him alive.
To keep his home, his only strive,
A spider so delicate appeared from nowhere.
In the depths of winter, a woodcutter survives.
Along with this spider, a miracle arrives,
Spinning a web upon wintery trees.
No food or drink to keep him alive.
When the man awoke to his surprise,
A Christmas tree with webbing, nicely displayed,
In the depths of winter, a woodcutter survives.
The beautiful sight that she had contrived,
Suddenly transformed into silver and gold,
No food or drink to keep him alive.
I despaired but now I can thrive,
“I am the Yule spider.” She exclaimed,
In the depths of winter, a woodcutter survives,
No food or drink to keep him alive.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Butler
Elizabeth Butler has a masters in Creative Writing University .She has published anthology, Turning the Tide was a collaboration. She has published a short children's story and published a book of poetry through Bookleaf Publishing.
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