A poem of time in nature, through the lens of magical realism, where nature isn’t just a setting, but becomes a character, with its own agency and magical qualities. The boundaries between the human and natural realms often blur, creating a sense of interconnectedness and harmony.

Working from a prompt, I’ve written this poem in response to the ugliness of ALS.

During Christmas, the enchantment often revolves around Santa Claus, yet the true essence lies in its origin – the 4th-century Christian Bishop Saint Nicholas. Orphaned and blessed with wealth, he became renowned for his generosity, particularly towards children and the impoverished. Driven by Christ's call to serve the needy, Saint Nicholas left a remarkable legacy and a beacon of light in a dark world.