What comments on 'Celtic Mother, Winter's Crone' poem? br In the time of dead leaves, br when wide-eyed things br frowned at sound, br and snow fell through fog, br a red berry circlet br crowned her hair. br br When hunger stilled infants br and frost shrouded ancients, br wrinkled laughter dappled br forests, glades, fens. br Her talons clawed br life through death, br veil through veil. br br Mother. Hag. Virgin whore. br Giver, taker, wise before br gods' birth. br br In the time of black robes, br when men killed br for one mouth of meat, br she walked naked br on frozen fields, br and the earth br shuddered br its young br upwards. br br Mother. Midwife. Woman. br She was breathtaking.