A Christmas Poem

All images AI-generated using each verse as a prompt

I saw this morning 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 the 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 once I did so long ago

Each sign was a blessing, 
and each one seemed to say, 
"The season of love is upon us, 
Let us celebrate Christmas day."