2 poems

First one:

Now is not the time.

Tonight is not the night.

I draw up from the roots,

healing amber flow

from the mouth of the goat,

And clear water,

from the mouth of the stag,

To ice the fire in my eye,

To form my will,

from a single crystal,

and fall back to the earth,

in a summer storm,

seeping down to the well

from wense it came.

Tis only the beginning.

Second one:

A thousand years ago it was,

And we awake now,

With the old Gods in our blood,

The old ways in our thoughts and dreams,

The old tales in our songs and hearts.

We are the fruitful green,

which breaks free of the earth,

reaching skyward,

after the long storm.

The chariot rumbles home,

and we are inspired by a new song,

A glimpse of the iron hammer,

a flash,

And we awake stronger now.

Inspired by Uruz, Thurisaz, and Ansuz.