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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Countdown to Spring: An Imbolc Poem

Imbolc Night

Imbolc candles burn so bright,
On windows sills they sit
They call the Sun to see the light;
Through eve we keep them lit

We plow the field to sow the seeds,
As winter begins to die
Brigid’s bed made and crosses weaved
On our altar they so lie

Candle flames surround the night
With love our circle’s cast
  Promise of spring, we honor Brigid
The time has now come at last

~ written by Lady Caer Morganna

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