Day Six of Twelve Days of Devotion to Gwyn ap Nudd

On this sixth day
I consider winter.

How I wrote a story about
You winning the gift of ice from an ice dragon
and holding it in the palm of your hand as a snowflake,
yet it escaped You and grew to be a monster
bringing about an Ice Age.

This year people hung snowflakes
in the houses across the road.
Days later followed an Arctic Blast

reminding we who imagine winter of its harsh realities.

The snowflake is back in Your hand – innocent,
so completely perfect in its symmetry
but I will remember how it grew
to become a monster.