Brigid's Song

From the East
oh with nomadic sounds
bustles of man lay vacant
as the January morn'

Head and heart
with intentions abounds
Spring thoughts run rampant
green garland adorns

from many to few
as so many wish
for paths taken
endings from humble starts

from frost to dew
from ice to mist
I will awaken
beneath the moving stars

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Spring fever has struck here in mid-Michigan. The weather has begun to tease us with days above freezing and the daffodils are beginning to poke through the melting snow, which typically doesn't happen for at least another month.

So here I am staring out my window on a Sunday morning, a week from Imbolc, and trying my best to keep my anticipation of warm summer weather in check. Michigan typically throws us a curve ball and whacks us in March and April if we have a warmer than normal January and February.

On this slightly warmer than normal mid-Winter morning I will simply settle for a brief daydream of what's to come and pay tribute to the approach of Spring. This time of year it's easy to become depressed and thinking about life returning to the world, soon, brings hope. The days are getting longer and the sun carries a bit of warmth on the rare occasions when it peeks out from behind thick snow clouds.

Head down for a few more weeks and when I look up again, may flowers fill the fields.