Yule fires

in sylvan shadows lingering and lost voices cling to air incorporeal - bodiless naked limbs askew leaves long shed bare fingers raking sky the ghost of flowers night scent drifting a lure in darkness the memory of spring mournful current of air tears and shreds decay lifts in it\'s wake wild voices rise in eerie song a triumphant howl the Hunt once more rides Yule bonfires blaze long shadows cast usunder wind rises to meet the Green Lord of Winter