Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Happy Imbolc


Author Unknown

Many grey veils, wrapped up, a old wish woman, mother earth in winterplumage.
this is the moment...

the sun rises, a sky in all the colours of cold and
silence. a flame of warmth breaks, cutes through fog and rags.
this is the moment...

unbreakable rare it pokes upwards, bud of snow and
spring green: the young bride. as for ever,
endless nourished by the first ray of the sun.
this is the moment...

I hear in the stable the birth bleating, weeping the
feast song on mother earth...
this is the moment

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