Imbolc Day

A special poem for the passing day:

The earth is still frozen
But buds have now sprung
Yellow from the icy blanket
Green from the dull and grey
Plumage in the sky is bright
As the sun is warming raven and robin
Grass is crisp and mud is wet
Soon there will be life new and young

The Bride is smiling as the day lengthens
From now the sun and son only grow
Crocus breaking through the frost
Diana, Venus, Februa entwined
Tiny flames rejoice the light
When once it’s set, candles bright
Honey cakes and sweetened wine
Divine is sun and frost inside