Imbolc 2024
- 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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