Brighid's Envoi

O sweet white bloom blushing through snow, You gently kiss the north winds as they pass, Whispering to winter ‘it’s time to go’, From your bluey-green leaves like blades of grass, Sweet drooping bells that mark the seasons flow. A tiny flower sets the world alight, And fills a wintered heart with deepest joy, New life from bleakest days and long icy nights, Through woods and fields, her bloom Brigid’s envoi, As spring returns into our mortal sight. Form: Sicilian Quintains