Imbolc is upon us. The festival of Brigid has begun. Brigid is the goddess of poetry of inspiration and of wisdom along with many more. There were great fires built and, still, today, we build a bonfire or light candles, and create light to celebrate the returning of the warm light. Fire represents hope after dark and hard times. It transforms, it is representative of passion. It is a time of renewal and transforming creativity.
Today is the time to light a white candle and to place it where you express your creativity. It adds the spark to what you are doing.
Soon-Spring
it is night but not as long a night
dince light appears earlier and earlier
within the lacy fronds of cedars
stretching up to brush away winter clouds
melting snow runs off rooftops
singing as it makes its way down
spouts and off corners and on to ground
lapping up every drop it can
a few feeble chirps rise above
heavy night welcoming
a soon-spring
she moves in to kitchen warmth
where bread rises in pans
reaching for baking heat
to be finished after hours of yeasty wait
she whips dream for later dinner’s treat
following hearty rich stew full of fall’s bounty
of root vegetables that drew in
the last of rich loamy nutrients in her garden
by light of candle’s fire swirl
her fingers tap staccato dance upon keys
in order to release a poem
that has lain heavily on her heart
time to build a great fire out in patio pit
burn last year’s lavender and collected sage
bits of cedar and precious tobacco
to symbolize letting go to flame
her last year’s sorrows
she wipes her brow her eyes watches fire eat
away at her burdens until ash
is finished flying away she turns and enters
where hope, as sunrise, rises, reflected in patio doors
©Carol Desjarlais 2.2.24
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