ROWAN this 21st day of January (Celtic tree month)

The twenty first of January
Saw the start of ROWAN’s reign
Sorbus Acuparia the Mountain ash refrain
As Winter retreats rapidly
And the light begins to swell the sky
Snowdrops push and prod and poke
The goddess Brigid, shy
Smith craft sacred springs and poetry
As a maiden, she
The Ewe’s are starting families are
In milk and delicately

Buds begin to swell and ripen
On each broadleaf tree
Wonder for a moment why some trees
Are evergreen
And others are
Deciduous or leafless
As the scene
In those dark cold days of Winter
Famed for fog and snow
The evolutionary miracle
That probably you know
Leaves work hard at storing food
In branches roots and trunk
The buds were quietly made up then
And rapidly will have sunk
Down into the litter
And As the leaves unfold
The buds then will enrich
The waiting soil
wherever they may have rolled

As if free will is present
Spontaneously they rise
The snowdrops like princesses
And, we can realise
The crocuses the golden tresses
And the purple spray
Resplendent in their dancing
With a willingness to play

Choices there are many
The Varied Bulbs of Spring
Predestined to be vital
And certainly to bring
The quality of colour
The inspiration they
Their mission to
Revitalise
And help us on our way
Indicative that Nature
Never rests
She’s on the go
creating her resources
Putting on a show
Pussy willow Sticky buds
Forsythia’s gold spray
The streams of life invigorated
This cross quarter day

The earth being rekindled
Sap rises hour on hour
Purification feel it
After thawing comes the plough
the great mother’s Stint and slaving
On Months of smoke and salt
Behold fresh milk a plenty
We now can cry a halt
To winter grains and root crops
Behold some greenery
Some freshness and some lightness
And some cleansing energy.
The blackthorn it be blooming
Omens to the fore
Leave offerings At holy springs
Leave crosses above the door and windows
For protection
Each BRIGIDS cross which be
Woven out of rushes
And set down carefully