Imbolc

Black is not dark when laced with light
clouds make shadows,

Under the snow
nothing remains the same
flows exchanged in the cycle of seasons
from sleep to a wave of awakening,

Bridget the Goddess goads – gently wakes spring flowers
renewal rising with lengthening days and
with the pull of moon and warming sun,

Life in all its forms begins to stretch
feels a power that calls all creatures
to renew losses of last year and
bathe in fertile pollen,

The flow – the pull of planets
causes life to renew and dance,
to the happiness ignited by nature,

The trees begin to leaf
amid the glories of wind and water
wilder places slow the senses –
outstrip the hurrying of humans.