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Imbolc 2024

  • Writer: Ruth Radburn
    Ruth Radburn
  • Jan 30, 2024
  • 1 min read

From the place of deep stillness a place of resting 

a place of slow dreaming: we wake and begin to stir stretching our curled limbs setting the blood flowing

Through the soft earth we send soft shoots green and tender 

into the still quiet world

We cannot yet know 

which will flourish 

grow strong, bear fruit 

and which flowering too early growing long, leggy 

will collapse earthbound again

We only know we must answer when called by the dawn of spring.



 
 
 

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