Wizard of Winter

Sometimes I believe I am an elemental mystic

A wizard of storm and stone,

Crashing Wave and Crackling fire

Born in an age when magic is sleeping but not dead

I draw strength from the coming winter like it was ocean or mountain or forest,

The purging cold my purifying sacrament

Jack Frost my returning kin

Why else, when last night’s northwest wind

Blew the first snowflakes of winter into my face

Would I raise my face to the icy blast,

Open my arms wide in the middle of the street

Laugh in mad joy

And shout “Welcome!”


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