Imbolc

Now is the time to celebrate,
the tide is turning
He is growing, the infant Sun,
Changing, Reaching for
Her barren body,
ready to touch the leaflings
not yet seeded in the womb
of the young maiden.

Her light gives birth and
the dark is no longer,
the milk of life flows
from her bosom,
serving all that need it,
and the warmth
grows,
spreads,
sinks
into the frozen earth,
pushing Her snake from
the dark of the world,
slithering out to test the cold
and staying, feeling his mother,
her warmth and love,
and the beginning of Spring.