Standing at the crossroads of, the year. The sun is stretching forward, darkness slowly shrinking. The womb is fertile ready to, bring new life. The sun is stretching forward, darkness slowly shrinking. Inspiration fills the air while, the poets sing, the doctors heal, the craftsmen work. The Goddess Brigid, protects the livestock, nurtures the garden. Familiar fires lit, keeping the rested warm. Cailleach is nestled in bed, keeping mischief in her dreams. Summer will soon be here Simmer will soon be here.
An Imbolc (ih mol-ug) Poem
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