IMBOLC DANCE

From the east she has gathered like wishes.

She has woven a night into dawn.

We are quickening ivy. We grow

where her warmth melts out over the ice.

Now spiral south bends into flame

to push the morning over doors.

The light swings wide, green with the pulse

of seasons, and we let her in

We are quickening ivy. We grow

The light swings wide, green with the pulse

till the west is rocked by darkness

pulled from where the fire rises.

Shortened time’s reflecting water

rakes her through the thickened cold.

Hands cover north smooth with emptiness,

stinging the mill of night’s hours.

Wait with me. See, she comes circling

over the listening snow to us.

Shortened time’s reflecting water

Wait with me. See, she comes circling

From Calendars (Tupelo Press, 2003)

Art is included in Celebrating Seasons of the Goddess (Mago Books, 2017).

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