Purity, Light and Rebirth
Something has began to change,
in the icy air today it’s already a longer day.
In the exile of the Sun, in the ice cold embrace
it’s exciting see the Light bite the Darkness, day by day.
Imbolc has come.
In her womb the sleeping Earth is getting ready for awake.
Soon the rains will purge the Ground, now to young Moon burn the fires.
Through the snow peeps snowdrop dear to Brighid, the young Goodness
born from aged Goodness Winter, beated from advancing Light.
Like the old crop’s ears of corn, will be seeds for the new one,
for none dies in Nature’s Wheel, endless chain of death and birth.