They rise up in tornadic flight,
Unleashing scarlet firelight.
They pour it on the coal-cloaked hills,
The bloodless frosts; their lava fills
The starved blue gleam of Winter’s eye
And scalds dawn on the star-cold sky.
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Blinding with Hosanna’s might,
Their shadows surge like liquid light.
Thundering ancient trumpets sweet,
They hurl the night from David’s seat—
Awake! the fiery choirs sing;
Adore thy God-Incarnate King!
As usual, your sense of rythm and scintillating word choice sets this Christmas poem ablaze! I love the lines: “Their flaming fills/The starving gleam of winter’s eye/And scalds against our star-pricked sky”. It’s a startlingly powerful picture of that first Christmas night, and the angels who brought the tidings that changed the world forever!