Time says summer comes so soon –
a dream that fills this slumber.
Loki laughs, but not in June
when solstice has his number.
Frigga told me, knife in hand,
a kiss is worth a thousand prayers.
I did not truly understand
love’s nothing but a pair of dares
A dox upon a houseless home,
a thunder God with out hammer,
a paradox of drunken gnome
no lilt of lovely stammer
Sun arise, moon endure,
winter pass, trees regreen
– such promise time will ensure
sleep will pass with winter scene.
The winds sing “Baldur, Baldur – Nanna burns”
the thunder calls the stars.
She knows Ragnarok but never learns
another summer is not far.
Time is just the desperate inkling of
snow and ice and faith and hope and love