[Catalyst]: 723.Poetry.Winter Poem

A pale cheek glistens with tears
As it turns towards the moonlight
A gentle breeze brushes against her hair
Swirling her lush raven locks with each breath of wind

As She collects her herbs in the gently shimmering rays
Locks of maidenhair,pennyroyal,sweet comfrey
She shivers and prays to her gods
That the winter will not come and freeze
Her green friends of healing
And yet... She knows
That Winter will be coming soon