Valentine's Day 2016

Heart of the Forest

Ælfhild Wiklund

In the heart of the forest

In shade green and cool

Is a hidden dell

With a magic pool,

At this sparkling well

Where the unicorns drink

Where fairies frolic

You might think,

Of fabulous flowers

Of rainbow hues

That flourished with frills

Hint at questing clues,

Quiet and shy

Are the flowers in truth

They source not the fragrance

In age or in youth,

Rather scent wafts from leaves

Dark green hearts

Smoothly rippling in the breeze

Each leaf a chart,

Of the veins of life

That hold spicy and sweet

The mysterious air

That marks this mystic retreat,

In the heart of the forest

Where magic does spring

Wild ginger lends grace

That the zephyr might ring,

The woods with the aroma

Of magic and calm

From hearts in the heart

Of the forest, comes balm.

Friday Weather 22Jan.2016

Rain showers
Cold showers
In winter time
Or shall they be
Warm showers
In our changing clime?
Wind-waves are rising
One to two feet
From 8-13 knots of wind
South points the fleet!

Weather, Friday 15/Jan/2016 C.E.

“Chance of showers”

Suggests rain,

Mayhaps winter flowers

Will bloom again.

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.

Thanksgiving 2015 C.E.

Thanks for the wind that reshapes the land
Thanks for the education at hand
Thanks for the food, dear turkey's life
Thanks for the limited day's strife
Thanks for the cider fresh pressed this year
Thanks for the wood the fire did sear
Thanks for family and friends
Thanks for the chance to try again
Thanks for the water clear and cool
Thanks for the yarn upon the spool
Thanks for the mushrooms that sprout in this time
Thanks for the words and the rhyme.

Autumn winds blow stiff and strong
Moisture in air of rain and cloud
Woven into autumn's song
Buttery scent of leaves' decay
Bright their deaths for winter's come
Stark the branches bare they rattle
Bright the light let down for some
Hear the wild turkeys tattle
Stalk them through the dank, dark woods
Strike them down so we may feast
Give thanks to them for life and breath
Beware your fellow hungry beast.

Clear across the alpine meadows
Down through forests green with life
'Tween the sun and and sylvan shadows
Bringing change and bringing strife
Winds will blow to herald winter,
Our autumn feast we shall prepare
Be ware lest storms catch you stalking
Fungi of earth or turkey of air,
Fetch forth the cranberries of the bog
Stir them stiff and stir them soft
With sugar and water heated smooth
So all our spirits will stay aloft,
Stuff the turkey with your harvest
Save the berries on the side
Gather in gratitude with friends and family
In the warmth of a dwelling where you may bide.

Effects of Air Currents Today

Stiff the breeze and standing waves
Whitecaps bless the sea today,
Wind bedecks the ground with green
Of douglas fir, a fragrant scene,
Wind blown lines of electricity
Mean flickering lights for human cities
Lunch time break, fortuitous time
Lest classes wait to return online,
A leaf-devil whirls in the aisle of trees
A swirling dance of brilliant red leaves
Over me to the parking lot nigh
I watched in delight as it frolicked by,
Bridges crossed, poor buffeted car
Wishing for home neath our local star.