Hiberna
by Charl Landsberg
Lady Winter is here to complain,
her daughter gone again,
the year spun long left with sons-in-law estranged.
She sits on the cherry branch by my window,
"It wouldn't be fair if I didn't rage so,
but nether if for all the world I changed."
I offer her my cup and she accepts with a grin,
as if all of summer hides below silk-cut skin.
The earth sleeps and the craning depths groan,
as cthonic wedlock robs the queen of her kin.
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