Winter Solstice Celebration 2015, Poem 2

Crystal Cloak

Ælfhild Wiklund

Water freezes in many a form

From the solid ice to snowflakes lace

From frosty heritage is the Crystal Cloak born

A shimmering testimony to winter's grace,

Woven lightly, loose and chill

Cold's child of water, nipping

Insulates the land still

The trees and creatures, kipping,

When it captures beams of light

It promptly frees them from its prisms

In dancing rainbows bright

They elude the eye till shadow schisms

Receive there due as rest for sight

Peace and calm amid the fray

Then dancing sparkles tempt the eyes

Drawn back with magic allure fey

Crystalline beauty from heat shies

Lest it's delicate structure melt away,

Cold born, cold form

Traps heat to shelter life

In the morn, clearly torn

For heat will wreck its strife.

1st Day of Winter Solstice Celebration 2015

Moon Ray Blade

Ælfhild Wiklund

Sharp, the rays of moonlight

Piercing through the trees

Slicing every shadow

That wavered on the breeze,

Stark, the night on snow

Sparring elements purity

Bound by cold and eldritch glow

An entrancing edge for those that see,

Dark, of night shadows enfold

All that comes, that may not go

Matched by biting numbing cold

Both born of the nameless void

That which came before

That which inherits the end

That which is left when no energy's glare

Sparks to give life a chance to fend

Against the elements of the lair

Twins of dark and cold

So sharp, so fair,

Against the backdrop

Of cold's crystalline watery yield

Reflecting, sparkling in the light

Across the slumbering field,

The blade of moon light

Carves the shadow's edge

Sharp against the white

Where rainbow dust will hedge

Against the freezing of the soul

Sparks, awareness in the night

An awing sense of webs whole

That bind the elements of void

With the elements of life

A peaceful balance on the edge

Of the Moon Ray Bladed knife.

One or infinity

The Moon Ray Blade

Light born to shadow fence

Moon cast, snow made.

For the first hour of the first day

Of twelve spins of Earth

Round winter solstice stray

Twelve days of joy and mirth.