Crystals hang from burdened boughs
Gems stain the lakes and rivers
Morning fog engulf their fur
Seeping deep despair into their shivers
Linger softly, last night of winter
Be kind to the wary and watchful
Let earth's skin renew at their touch,
Let rainbow hues sing through
Come gently, come softly, come creeping
Care for those ruled by January's moon
Howls of sweet pitiful pain
Full with luminous light they swoon
Hunters of both moon and gather's light
Seekers of both truth and clarity
Beware the first wolf and it's January might
Only they can be both alone and free
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