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Celebrate Imbolg!

It’s Candlemas, the Feast of Lights!
Below the earth, they loom -
Fetal fairies, greenery sprites,
Now stirring in the womb.

Though grass is brown and branches bare,
Under the ground is life -
The answer to our winter prayer,
An end to cold and strife.

It’s Candlemas, the Feast of Lights -
Put on a crown of fire!
Deosil dancing, Rune recites,
Build the power higher.

Young beings bide beneath the snow,
Maturing into Spring.
Anticipate this fresh regrow.
Harken back the living!


Copyright ©2006 Vivian G. Harriman

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ivey, you right such beautiful poetry.So true how it looks so dead above the ground. But we know life still stirs.You captured that so well in tis poem.
Anonymous said…
Loved it!! So very true and quite touching.

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