Imbolc
Full Moon is buried in our lungs.
She breathes with us.
Heart beats in a hurry ,
to keep in time,
with the passage of sweet fog.
The cold air fills
and empties
the magic chest,
treasure box
held within,
the holy ghost,
the spirit place,
the temple,
the toolbox,
the home sweet home.
The White Lady draws nigh,
twilight fills in her footsteps.
Feel her furry breath,
as she approaches.
She leaves muddy tracks
in the new snow,
and promises that someday,
one day,
when she consents,
spring will be here,
hot, with chill overtones.
Soundless, the Lady,
the moss under crystal,
thin February glass on small ponds.
She is the bird of early arrival,
the fox,
as he leaves his lair
to venture forth,
on a cold morning,
breakfast in mind,
after long hunger.
poetry: Sarah Fuhro
photo: Robert Fuhro
Stunning! Lisa xxxxxxx
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