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Winter:  The Crone (written with Rianne)

Imagine
You were a being  
unsurpassed  
urn  
 
stillness falling  
silk  
given  
to a ground  
 
without lotus  
ashen  
serpent  
enchantress  
 
goblet  
cosmic  
vessel  
 
crown  
cauldron  
crone  
 
myriad mirror  
ash from a minaret  
kissing tundra wolf  
 
my hands opening  
into hearth fire  
 
**  
 
my hair has long since  
traded vibrancy for  
wisdom along my brow;  
when they ask me for  
the coddling of their youth,  
I will nurture with  
my stories instead,  
the things I have learned -  
they contain within  
all the love that can be given  
 
I am the essence moving  
forward at such velocity,  
with such ferocity -  
I hold in my heart  
all that I have ever truly gained;  
I am what has been, is and  
all that will be  
of this single life, lived  
in loving tandem  
with the changing moon  
 
I have entrusted the tales  
of my existence  
to my children; my legacy  
belongs now to  
my cheekbones, found  
riding high and proud  
in the faces  
of my children’s children  
 
winter will come calling,  
the sun on my face  
in exchange for  
peace in my bones;  
when she knocks,  
as she does for us all,  
I will let her in with gratitude
Written by LunaGreyhawk
Published
Author's Note
The last of our Maiden, Mother, and crone series. It has been an absolute pleasure and honor to work with Rianne on this series. I hope you enjoy <3
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