Imbolc

A poem about St. Brigid’s Day

photo by author

Would you have me stare at the moon
and wonder as things lay hidden

Nothing to do but wait

with patience and temperance
seeds beneath remain hidden
germinate under the guise of hibernate

There is nothing to do but wait

I rest myself in my nest respite
Composed while the humus decomposed
no longer of need
purpose served
now it nourishes the seed

There is nothing to do but wait

I repose in self imposed retire
as I warm myself by St. Brigid’s fire

Happy St. Brigid’s Day!