Imbolc:
Transit
Arrival;
( Always
arrival and
further
transit)
Soft gray light on cold and
wintry morning
( Did I dream of Brigid last night?
that fiery arrow of a young goddess,
her energy and passion
sharp, to pierce dark clouds with longing?)
The strong-shadowed trees
cross like paths and
map contours alongside
the steep-sided,
snow-bearing
February hillside
Eastering sun
stirs sap
somewhere,
I do believe--
Yes--
A deep and silent
Somewhere.
-kmb
