~* ~ Standing in the Shadows ~* ~
I call out to her, she hears my call.
She makes the wind blow cold and the rain fall.
Winter has come to claim the earth,
And will continue to reign until Spring’s rebirth.
I silently watch with admiration
As she uses snow for decoration.
Icicles hang from everywhere,
Snow flurries cover from here to there.
The bare barked trees and frozen ponds
Speak her name and share her bonds.
Bitter and cold, her power grows strong
As the darkened winds sing her song.
Darkness spreads across the land,
Freezing the earth at her command.
Through the trees, a moonbeam shines,
Casting shadows of oaks and pines.
The night is dark, cold, and long,
As the winds continue to carry her song.
The sun rises slowly, warm and revived
As we wake to find morning has arrived.
Winter has shown herself to us,
She watches as we make a fuss.
Smiling cold, she gives a wink,
Blessing us with skies of pink.
–Elizabeth Gardiepy, By The Light Of The Crystal Moon: A Book of Pagan Poetry and Short Stories
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