A Secret in Obscurity (Mother's Day 2016)

In the shadows of the meadow when the day is growing young

In the mist upon the moors where the pegasi have run

In the cloud about the mountain with the water clear and cool

There's a secret in obscurity you cannot learn at school,

It is light and full of mystery

It is shadow in the night

It is vague and full of chance

Where the sidhe were known to dance,

It is blending

It is changing

It is different

Just the same

Ever tending

Ever ranging

Ever watchful

Of the game,

By the light not seen by ferns neath the canopy of time

By the song not sung by words in a flowing ancient rhyme

By the scent of clearest water where the unicorn doth dwell

There's a secret in obscurity that nary a soul can tell,

You must listen in the sunlight thus to the shadows stray

You must watch within the night and by the veils of the day

You must follow every pattern with no ripples from your flow

When this pattern you can follow then the secret you will know,

There's a secret in obscurity that never will be taught

For it stems from personalities and traits that can be wrought.

1^st of April 2016

Friday Forecast (for Admiralty Inlet from NOAA)

Fog before the 11^th hour

Blown by wind shy of 5 knots

Hither and yon around the wind-waves

Tumbling about below the height

Of inches, a baker's dozen strong.

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.