Song of First Frost

Night lace            Dawn’s face

Beard of the North

Sharp horn           Deep thorn

Spear of the Earth

Grass Breaker      Breath Taker

Guardian of stealth

Chill Maker                    Bone Shaker

Harvester of health

          Lean your torso     pressed into brown moss     dead on the tree:
            The ferocious alban lion      brave       overwhelming wave
            Smells your numb repose     Leave off words      to your secret counsel flee
            His breath is a keen blade     he swears in mists     stealing gaps of teeth

Black thaw           Scratch raw

Whiskers of light

White day            Frost way

Sharp grip and bite

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