The Promise of Imbolc
Brigid made a promise
One February day
Spring's coming soon,
I heard her say
Her lush scent,
Longed for, remembered
Came wafting through
First time since September
Salt air, wet dirt
Oh with spring
Did winter flirt!
Copyright © Rebecca Shields Rosengren | Year Posted 2020
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