Imbolc

The absurdity of the seasons
Some daffodils in bloom
Spring is at least a Month away
But obviously the gloom
Below the earth is lightening up
Though there still might be some snow
But anyway its imbolc
Or “in milk” as you may know

The lambs are ripe for nursing
Its actuality
A positive reaction
To the sabbat, and why we be
Gathered here beneath the earth
In these haunted caves
With a million night lights flickering
Like little golden waves

Who knows who might have stood here
Before us in the gloom
A miner forty niner
Who has since gone to his tomb
Clementine his daughter
Picking daffodils
Out there in the forest
Of Dean where sunlight spills

Possibly for her valentine
Who knows ?
loves in the air
The 14 th day of Febuary
With sonnets everywhere

Winter soon will fade away
Thats the thought and we
Can look towards each aching dawn
Into infinity
Beyond the early darkness
Beyond the frosty morn
To sunlight and to blossoms
And no reason to yawn

To hear the hum of all those bees
And the butterflies maybe
And the song birds in the hedgerows
With their aria’s gently
Floating over mornings
Waking us for we
Love the Spring for we can sing
Hold hands and really be

Happy in the healing light
Of creation we, in awe. (Not wee in a bucket)
Fragrances may fill our hearts
Now and for evermore

Happy imbolc all of you
The echoes here may be
Captured in these ancient rocks
To affirm now constantly
Messages, our messages
Thoughts, yes our thoughts too
What We wish each other
Is a positive year all through