Imbolc - The First Whispers of Spring

The Earth glistens white
ice grips last year's growth
life has gone still
Deep down
hidden within the dark
another world
stirs awake
Underneath the blanketing snow
held within the dark soil
seeds quicken
seeking the faint light
coaxed out
by the increasing warmth
of a young sun
Here on the surface
we sense the return
stirring,
knowing not to speak
too proudly
With quiet anticipation
we carry on with expectant joy
holding out hope
for the promise
of the returning spring
Wishing you a Blessed Imbolc!