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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Imbolc (Poem)

February 2nd

Today as all witch’s know,

mother’s milk begins to flow;

lambs and calves are newly born,

fewer and further between come storms.

Birds begin to build their nest,

sunlight begins to feed the grass;

and the land is prepared to receive,

the coming planting season’s seeds.

Today we honor the Horn Lord’s bride

who casts the winter’s cold aside;

we lay her image in a bed,

offering her cheese and bread.

As the bitter winter cold

begins to release its strong-hold;

on the window sills candles burn,

in anticipation of the Spring’s return.

Through each room in the home,

a plough of earth is allowed to roam;

& a pinch of this we keep,

to remind us we sow that which we reap

Carolina Dean

January 2003


Lodestone and Ladys Mantle said...

Lovely poem :) Have a blessed Imbolc!

Andy said...

That's a great poem - hope you don't mind, but I've added your blog to my blogroll!

Anonymous said...

Hey that's great Andy, I'm so glad you found your way here and enjoyed what you found enough to promote it on your own blog. That was very thoughtful of you.

Carolina Dean