Clarté d’hiver
Noêl s’est nourri de miel
De brioche et de lumière
Il a trempé dans la crème
Chaque grelot d’herbe claire.
Mille mille cloches neigent
Aux quatre coins de l’hiver
Et toute la maison rêve
Dès qu’on ouvre la fenêtre.
Catherine de Lasa
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