Dedication at Imbolc
In the belly of darkness I wait,
Still and listening to my own heart beat.
Feeling the rhythm of my breath
That warms my Mother’s swollen womb.
It is the day of first awakening
And the milk of life flows in the Dagda’s heavy breasts.
Gusty winds whip through the frozen hazel branches;
As the cardinals dance and cry
Back in the barn the oxen bellow
The bleating of new lambs breaks the silence of the chill dawn air
As my Mother midwives their winter births.
In the wood the old boar prances in a restless stir
While beyond the barren field blackened with foraging grackle
The sun just rises
A fiery arrow
Pink and fierce
Like the hardened nipples of the Maiden in bud
Bathing in the promise of spring.