The grey morn dashes last nights hopes that rose as softness fell to embrace sleep to wake in the hard light of day. The Cailleach did not come our way!
I was asked to do a thing, A thing, I thought I could not do, But I did this thing, And did it well. Just goes to show, I did not know, That I could do it, And do it well! Goodness! © Cymraes 2008