~~ She Comes ~~

Céad Míle Fáilte



Days are short now and the sun scarcely makes an appearance as steely gray skies are becoming more the norm. The Snow Queen has left her frozen throne and brings her winter curse upon the land. 


The drums of autumn are muffled

by the blowing and drifting of snow

The hapless trees made nude of leaves,

by bitter cold, north wind that blows


All creatures now scurry for all they can store

for soon there’ll be snow on the ground, nothing more

and it will be scoured as clean as a pin

by a bitter cold, ruthless, raging north wind.


Good Night Everybody !

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