Brigid
Rusty pins in holy wells
Washed clean
Snowdrops bowed
A flush of rain
Love budding in branches
A tangling of moss and harts tongue
Virgin blackbird notes
Scoring blue scryed skies
Cows clumped at the byre
Warm breathing beasts
Chewing time
In a fleet of soft throated doves
St Brigid’s feathers fall
On scraggy thorns
Marsh grass
Hearthstones
Paganlite Feb 2009
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