and so too the soul

Bright Lady
already You
are reaching out
Your Hand into
This Moment
fast slipping away

Your Warmth
beneath the surface
of the frozen land
of this year’s last day

You cast a Vision
of the Coming Year
Of ice thawing and
brooks bubbling clear
cutting through carpets
of gladdened green

Skies blueing
doves cooing
Earth renewing
and so too the soul
is born again in joy
with lamb, fawn, and foal

Oh Dearest Brigid!
Pull me through!
For my hibernating
heart is ready
to walk soft-flowered
fields with You.

~Cheryl Anne
feeling the first tickle of Imbolc on the winds