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

Flames

Flames of fire

Licking at dry wood

Orange, golden, sapphire

Mirroring my mood

Flames of desire

Burning so low

Glowing embers of the fire

Won’t let you go

Flames of the spirit

Touching my heart

Can you see, can you hear it?

Whispering

Shimmering

Shivering

Pale moon, cold stars

Samhain

Golden sun on darkening leaves
Mist rolls across the fields
Empty and cold
Crows fly across the grey sky
Their call makes my heart sing

Summer is over

Winter may come

Youth has left

Cailleach will grow

Silver moon hangs in the sky
Stars behind clouds
Warm and comforting
Fire in the hearth
Flickering candles in the window

Harvest is over

Winter can come

Mother has left

Cailleach will grow

Licht

Aus der Tiefe bricht das Licht
In hellen Strahlen
Gibt dem Herzen wahre Sicht
Und dem Auge Klarheit

Vom Himmel strömt das Blau
Durchdringt die Sphäre
Grün, Silber, Weiss und Grau
Virbrieren im Meere

Aus der Seele strahlt ein Glanz
Voller Liebe und Wärme
Lädt den Kosmos ein zum Tanz
Vereint Himmel und Erde

Equinox

Darkness and light
Somber and bright
Sparkle in my eyes
All in good balance

Silence and sound
Notes all around
Fill my soul
All in good balance

Bitter and sweet
Red wine, golden mead
Melt on my tongue
All in good balance

Warm and cold
Rough iron, soft gold
Touch my skin
All in good balance

Jasmine and rose
Perfume and smoke
Tickle my nose
All in good balance

Hughie

Beady black eyes shining brightly
Agile, most ardent hunter of all
Dark digger of dens
Glossy gleaming three-coloured garment
Eloquent eternal guardian of earth
Roaming reaper of dark roots

Mist to Sun (a sonnet??)

Grey wips of mist cover the ground
The trees look sad, I hear no sound
Dew drops hang from all the branches
The grass is damp, mud fills the trenches

Soil clings to my boots and slows my speed
Bushes reach for my clothes, I do not heed
All noise is muffled by cotton wool clouds
The whole world around me is wrapped in a shroud

Then all starts to change, hardly noticable first
The sounds sound freer, to the surface they burst
The grass starts to glow green and bright around
The trees stand erect now, with gold they are crowned
The world shakes free from the quiet white blanket
As a ray of sunshine touches and transforms