lundi 10 janvier 2011

Imbolc

Pure water on white pebbles
Whispering softly wordless songs
Melting snow sighing in melancholy
trickling down tree trunks

Sunlight painting shining patterns
On thawing soil's secret thrust
Tiny tips of silvery snowdrops
Shyly show their emerald elegance

Musty smell of spongy mushroom
Fades slowly before flowers of spring
Airy aroma of delicate dreams
Weave Bridhe's perfume into the world

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