As waning ice of winter drips
into our spring, my fingertips,
Catharsis now brings
As all our season’s trials end,
your icy words my soul defends.
Our love not lanquid
nor is it torpid;
Oh, let our winter’s stone-cold hearth
alight once more with fiery breath,
stretching arms to greet;
opening to meet
our true warmth.
Clogyrnach: (clog-ir-nach): It usually has a six line stanza that combines one couplet of eight syllable lines a. a., one couplet of five syllable lines b. b., and the final two lines of three syllables.b. a.. The two three syllable lines may be written as a six syllable line if desired.