The Adventures of Captain Yule...
He pilots by the North Star,
Maybe a little help from Google Maps,
Driving by Moonlight,
And taillights,
He wanders the three worlds,
Marveling ad the stars spiral around Polaris.
Bringing the spirit of good deeds,
He talks to ravens,
Dogs,
Cats,
People,
Door-holder with a smile,
Embracing thank-yous for any courtesy.
He doesn't take "sir" as a dignifier,
Preferring to walk an even level with everyone,
A simple and capable gentleman,
With a sense of soft and subtle magic about.
An eye-twinkle,
Easy grin,
A spirit of the season,
Traveling Summer's Winter home,
With a head full of snow memories.
Don't be surprised if he whispers to the wind,
That's another of his friends,
Many of whom are spirits.
A child of the old North,
Riding cheer around the Desert on a huge white steed named Behemoth,
He's tall like a tree,
And he loves those too.
Ho, ho, ho,
Captain Yule is back,
The last of the 12th-month heroes.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/30/2023
