The icy wind has carried here
The burden of the trees,
As snowflakes that will wear them down,
They danced in with the breeze,
And now the Spirit sculpts the ice
To something I don't know,
And chases over life and land
As storm and whirling snow.
And everything inside the earth
Is dreaming winter long
Of spring desire, Beltane rites,
It's wishes in their song.
The forest is a ruin
Of what the world's become,
Life longing for the breaking ice;
The Crone Winter has come.













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