‘Long is the day and long is the night,
and long is the waiting of Arawn’
Cardigan folktale
I do not know
if you are Arawn but
long is your waiting.
Long as the day
and long as the night:
both so long this
equinox
with its
painful dichotomy
of pandemic and sunlight.
I know you are there
waiting patiently.
I pray
my patience
will be long as yours
sitting quietly on a grey horse
on the brink of Annwn
life and death
watching
the flowers grow
your beloved
departing.
I pray
for the patience
of a flower
that we shall grow
and flourish
another
year
touched by
the dew of your tears
on a cold March morning.
The Sanctuary of Vindos 
I like this poem a lot! The mythic and the everyday realities are knitted together with such a light hand that they seem integral aspects of one another. My opinion, but this was really deftly done.
Who is Arawn’s departing beloved?
Presumably the wife who Pwyll shares a bed with and who would depart with Hafgan if Pywll didn’t win his battle.
Wow! I don’t remember that part where Arawn would lose his wife. I love how dark the poem gets, Pwyll loses and Arawn’s wife must leave.