Imbolc Poem!
Feb 8, 2022
So the other day I celebrated Imbolc with friends and family. To help call in Bridget’s spirit into my life I wrote poem the night before and I wanted to share it with you.
Spring Stays!
Hetty Monksea
Buds blooming slowly but gain quick attention.
Winter, being the cold-hearted miser as well as Spring’s aunt, would look at them disdainfully and laugh hollow laugh.
Greed was her strength and often longed she for a time to thwack them down and sell ’em.
But being blessed — as well as determined — Spring flowered bravely, every year stronger in her wake.
And how the people welcomed her!
For no one liked Spring’s aunt and so there was much rejoice in life again.
The end!
Hetty Monksea
