LEGEND | SEASONS | NATURE

‘Bridie and the Cailleach’ and a Poem for Imbolc

As the light lengthens…

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Sing, sweet Bridie,
of tales untold
of butterflies and bees
and seeds not yet sprung.
Call, young Bridie,
for all to emerge
from the beneath frozen layers
to a world drenched in sun.

The sun…who rises
a little earlier each morning,
a little higher each day
and stays
a little longer each evening.

The cold…which grips
and keeps on gripping
until no longer
can it resist the light,
for little by little
we see the withering
of its hold
upon the land.

The first blooms —
the snowdrops appear
the first buds come with the rising sap.
Winter is weakening
sun is strengthening,
as we patiently wait
for Bridie’s song
and spring’s sweet chorus
to erupt.