Here's our final offering to the Triple Goddess of poetry, one from our good friend, Penny Novack . TRIBALISM Certain hills painted our feet Colors of growing, colors of birth. Certain springs drank us into them, Watered our children and made them strong. Certain rivers asked us questions We answered according to season. Certain seasons taught us the songs We sang to our little ones Bare-painted by the hills at our feet. Blessed Imbolc , everyone. Let us rejoice in the returning light!