Winters crone

Winters dying breath
lingers long.
The Cailleachs reach
carries far.
Snow falls from
the hem
of her dress
covering fresh 

Spring grass.
The cold blast
of wind
from her mouth
shrivels growth
But, Springs maiden
is moving,
gaining new strength
every day.
Till the Cailleach
Winters Goddess
sleeps once more.

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