Tightly woven words of worth,
Wound round wounded wormy earth.
Crystal hacked frost grass stem cracked,
In fact this flacked wood breathes fresh act.
Mist spills from lungs to freeze down low,
Till sun winks bright and buds will grow;
Buds now grow, buds now grow,
Their small green tears well up through snow!
Winters worn wrung gnarled hands numb
And tongues once wagged are rendered dumb
In watch for signs waited on strong,
Through cold bleak nights froze long from song.
More kindling for the hearths bright crown,
Lest in the dark hours hope doth drown;
Hope won’t drown, hope won’t drown,
As small green tears spin forth their gown!
Ewes milk grew fat to rescue through,
Clues lambs’ cue in womb ruse true.
Equinox night forth yonder sight;
Tick tocks incite Bears bygone light.
Sleeping life wakes and shakes anew.
Soon gray and brown blooms white and blue,
Pink and blue, bright and blue;
Small green tears nigh prophesised hues!
Ravens rebuild their nests now see.
Their homes blot up the stretching trees
And, forsooth, yon fresh supple leaves;
Heralding new life, warmth, love and ease!
O unto Imbolc, my quill swirls anew;
Exalted One – Brigit – accept this, my humble offering to you.