Hag of Winter, Crone of Time Your sap held still in silent rhyme As visions bud on frozen vine And wait for Spring's return She rests within the frozen bark Contained within Her hidden spark Of seeds long held within the dark To wake at Spring's return Hag of Winter fast asleep Neath withered tree stump dreaming deep From shrunken womb Her daughter seeds Awake for Spring's renewal Conceiving self within Herself The barren one, She carries wealth Of all revealed or once beheld As old springs new again Boney fingers reaching out From fertile soil sleeping sound Til season's time comes roundabout And She springs new again She waits and breathes patient and slow Her heartbeat drums beneath the snow She'll bide Her time till she let's go To welcome Spring's return