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For This Year's Brighid Poetry Festival

Let the candles flame
Soft against the cutting cold
Ice and mounting snow.

For the fire wakes
Soon, and leaps into the sky.
Ice will melt; sap, flow.

Today, sleet whispers
But deep within the branch and
root of Life lurks spring.








Comments

Alyss said…
Wonderful! For Brigid I posed a Mary Oliver poem, seeing as I don't do much poetry writing myself :)

http://thewheelandthedisk.blogspot.com/2011/02/brigid-goddess-of-poetry.html

Happy spring!

Alyss
Beautiful poetry. I love spiritual poems. I write poetry myself. See: http://paulapuddephatt.tripod.com/poetry. Blessed be. xxx