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[sigerson]

Imbolc

The city grey, devoid of green and snow,
Thaws only in the noon's thin light,
Invites us to the same thin, fitful sleep.

Since solstice I have been drawn into sleep,
Moved sluggishly, as if through drifts of snow,
Towards a far-off, half-imagined light.

The world is warming; so slowly grows the light
That the thawing ground without its blanket snow
Whispers, "Not yet...still let me sleep."

My sleep dreams of snow, and past it, new spring light.

Comments

[nadyezhda.livejournal.com]

there are a few brave cherry trees blooming near our place. Poor things, they don't know about the cold front coming next week... I wish I didn't, either...

[kassrachel.livejournal.com]

I remembered it was sanj's birthday, but completely forgot it was imbolc! Silly me.

This is lovely, btw. Especially the last line.