She is as wild as the night that surrounds her
A shadow woven in darkness
Etched with the faintest starshine
Like the evergreen branches tipped in silver moonlight
That play Winter’s silent song on their boughs
Companion to the howl of the wolf
That calls in her blood
She is the emerald fire painted in the heavens
Dancing in waves and ribbons in the sky
She is a blade of ice and truth
Storm clouds born in her eyes
The northern wind is the whisper of her breath
Carving through the snow
She is not a soul to be tamed
Nor her heart ever to be bridled.
She breaks every bit and chain
Freedom is her feral dance
Along the forest path.
She is the flame that burns in the North.
As the days grow
And the frozen grasp on the Earth wanes
Even the memories of the darkest Winter fades.
She opens her arms to the warmth of Spring
The thaw comes at last to the long night.