February brings the beginning with cold snowdrops

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Snowdrop                                 by Ted Hughes

 
Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart.
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass,
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With the other deaths. She, too, pursues her ends,
Brutal as the stars of this month,
Her pale head heavy as metal.

 

 

photo Rose Cook

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For February 1st, Candlemas, the Light Returns

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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

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.

Rose Cook