Winter (Crone Song)

I am the unknown
the most feared
the dark space
when you close your eyes
where you can hide
nothing.

My hands wrap around threads
to tie them all together
at the end
and say ‘we are complete, it is finished’.

My touch is tender and cold
I come
in the small hours
to wake you with reminders
and sing you back
to sleep.

— JMF 2017

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