Poetic form: Tanka (5.7.5.7.7) st. 31-37/pg 136-7 This one is WinterBorne for the measure of years.First borne was SummerTo one called Sweet-Water she sprang,But Wind-Cold raced on fierce and dread. Untold Winters weave.He was son of Sorrow’s-Seed.Eldest of those daysFrom him, the whole of our kin,Those winters laid cradles bare. This is a series of … Continue reading 27 May: Found in Ragnarök