Christmas Day

I saw this morn
through time and space
three sure signs
of Christmas grace:
First,
a falcon,
lost in flight,
tracing arcs
against the light
encircling a distant star
that once led magi from afar;
Next,
a meadow
where the night,
frozen, still,
and winter white, announced
a presence as of old
when shepherds brought
their lambs to fold;
Finally,
a child at play,
mindless
of the bitter cold,
making angels in the snow
as I once did long ago.
Each sign brought a blessing;
each sign had its say.
The season is upon us
with Heaven's child
on Christmas Day.