They call her Cailleach:
Winter Bringer, Mountain Maker.
She swirls the sea in a bowl
to create winter, briny wind
assaulting the cliffs.
Her hands, thin and gnarled
from many blizzards, draw freezing runes
in the air. Braids hang gray
down the ridge of her spine.
Trenches cut deep into her cheeks--
If you search for beauty, you will find
only the starkness of wisdom,
buried in the snow, emerging from stone.
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