Solstice

Bewitched tis skies, along ashore,
Aqueous glass beckons yore
Seasons long ago when time began,
 
Diamonds in the cold moonlit night,
Stars akin iridescent candlelight
Jack Frost touches with icy hand
 
A heart trembles to see,
Chills transcend mote shall be
Tread soft as snowflakes fall
 
Lone wolf nocturnes a moon
Echoing refrain tis a boon
Lovers find solace in the call

 
Caress not the crystal tears
Fragile a beauty as it disappears
A sunrise licks the icicle dew
 
Melting into spring as daffodils arise
Wiping grit from pollen eyes
Gifting a wonderland anew