Blessed Night stretches
Her arms reaching ever outward
To embrace the sleeping world
Too often we fear her
Our Dark Mother
The Goddess of Winter
The Hag, the Crone
The Crabby But Wise One
Who dispenses wisdom
That tastes bitter before
We learn to seek its sweetness
She brings cold, and death
But blessings, too
She is the Crowned One
Crone, Sister of Cronus
Crona, Goddess of Time
She brings the gift of long nights
Beside the fire, reading, mending
Making tinctures
Making amulets
Charging magical tools
Doing healing work
Writing actual letters
Dreaming with the eyes open
Writing novels
Learning new tunes
Being the creatively nurturing selves
That we finally have time to be
Bless the cold, and bless the dark
For Spring will come all too soon
And the Light will drive the Time away