tokie Report post Posted December 26, 2012 Winter howls and wind does moan With Cailleach’s staff frost is sown. The Blue Hag beats the ground in grief. Her youth has fallen like the leaf. Line of face and frozen breast, No warmth, no milk to suckle the rest. With this loss the tempests rage. Creatures crawl from shallow grave. The Darkness grows, Life stretches thin. Tomorrow’s Hope was gathered in. Stay inside by hearth, with kin. Wild Hunt outside, the savage din. More than this will not be seen ‘Til the Wheel of Light turns again. Count the seeds, the bounty of Fall. Imbolc’s plan will feed us all. Shivering herd on cloven hoof, Shelter strong and solid roof. Lift our Spirit and gird our loins ‘Til Brigid’s Fire in Spring reborn. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Maxine Report post Posted December 26, 2012 Lovely poem, but why did you not give credit to the poem's author, Richard de Graeme? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
