Imbolc - The First Whispers of Spring

The Earth glistens white

ice grips last year's growth

life has gone still

Deep down

hidden within the dark

another world

stirs awake

Underneath the blanketing snow

held within the dark soil

seeds quicken

seeking the faint light

coaxed out

by the increasing warmth

of a young sun

Here on the surface

we sense the return

stirring,

knowing not to speak

too proudly

With quiet anticipation

we carry on with expectant joy

holding out hope

for the promise

of the returning spring

Wishing you a Blessed Imbolc!

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