In Honor of Imbolc
Though not yet seen
It waits below our feet
In the air we breathe
and buried deep within our longing
The warmth of summer
not yet dreamed of
the smell of fall
hardly yet a memory
The promise of renewal
and of new growth
and of hope reborn
Spring is on its way.
It waits below our feet
In the air we breathe
and buried deep within our longing
The warmth of summer
not yet dreamed of
the smell of fall
hardly yet a memory
The promise of renewal
and of new growth
and of hope reborn
Spring is on its way.
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