First light glimmers
liminal in the Eastern sky
Orion falls back
into the infinite starry night
Hush now
Can you hear it?
Bridget’s forge is ringing
the coming of spring
The fire is sparking
The heat is rising
Hammer strikes metal
The anvil sings
Look now
Can you see it?
The sun is rising
Light is lifting
Gray sky is brightening
Shadows are sharpening
Still now
Can you feel it?
The earth is quickening
The ground is rousing
Hope is whispering
And love lies softly,
waiting
Music pairing: Steer by the Stars – Telling the Bees (2015)

Photo: Hill Behind Robin’s in Wakefield. Diane Perazzo February 2025
This written work is entirely my own creation and was not generated using artificial intelligence. All wording, structure and ideas are conceived and grown organically from my own unique human experience, personal thoughts, efforts, knowledge and research.
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Love your poem Diane, thank you! Can’t wait for spring, please do some magic!
Iva
Thank you Iva! What an intense winter it has been this year. Spring will be welcome indeed. ❤️❄️
I love this! So reflective of the season and the time. Or as the time should be, peacefully awaiting the return of green growing things.
Thank you dear Sophia! I think Imbolc has its own special magic in our part of the world doesn’t it? ❤️❄️
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