Imbolc – Poem for Brigid
February steps in cool,
clear light glances through doorways.
She leans on the threshold,
her eyes spark bright.
She brings green shoots,
the promise of fresh sillion in fields.
We still hear winter’s song, but draw
close to the fire with a smile.
Brigid is come with her blessing,
the earth breathes.
poem and photograph Rose Cook
Rose Cook 