An odd one for spring but sometimes something hits me. I hope you enjoy it.

Wings of frost settle down to form a silver veil.
The raven spreads the starry night over hill and dale.
The trees shake off their last sad leaves, winter settles in.
And all the wood begins to sleep as the drowsy days begin.

The harvest has been gathered in, the cows are in the barn,
And all around the family fire the laughing voices swarm.
The cat has not yet taken up her nightly watch to keep
She rests still by the fire, warm and fast a sleep.

An owl begins its hooting and hunts on silent wing
And fairy lights now flicker and fairy voices sing.
Tucked in little hollows where the cold cannot come
They sing away the winter that has now just begun.

So if you must go and travel, listen in the dawn.
You may catch a fragment of a distant fairy song.
Let then wind ramble with you and carry you along
As the wings of winter beat clear, cold, and strong.

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