Imbolc

The moon passes silently in the sky,
while I gaze upon the land.
I kiss the stars goodbye,
holding a candle in my hand

At sunrise I can hear the birds,
singing their lovely song.
Whistling through the foggy dawn,
I sing along their words:

“Candle, candle, burning bright,
winter’s halfway done tonight.
With candles glowing,
seeds are growing.”

And though the fields seem empty,
my heart knows words to sing.
It’s beating out a rhythm,
reminding me of spring.

“Candle, candle, burning bright,
winter’s halfway done tonight.
With candles glowing,
seeds are growing.”

~CC~