Imbolc

Not a sound, all is quiet
The world holds its breath
Ice keeps a firm grip
When, oh when will it release me?

Close your eyes
Stay by the fire
Pull your clothes tight
Listen
Listen
Listen

Can you hear minute cracks
Appearing in the ice
In your soul
In the world

Through the crack you see
Milky white
Flame red
Coal black
And a bright smile
To warm your heart
To feed your soul
And inspire your mind