Ombolec
Ombolec
Black is not dark when laced with light
clouds make shadows – mists sway over high-lit hills,
But nothing remains the same
under the cold and snow,
flows exchanged in the cycle of seasons
from sleep to a wave of awakening,
Bridget the Goddess goads – wakes spring flowers,
gently,
renewal rises with lengthening days and
by the pull of moon and warming sun,
Life in all its forms begin to stretch
feel a power that calls all creatures
to renew losses of last year and
bathe in the coming pollen,
Feel the flow – the pull of planets
that cause life to renew and dance,
hearken to the happiness ignited in nature,
The trees beginning to leaf and
all the glories of wind and water
wilder places that slow the senses –
outstrip the hurrying of humans.
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