An Imbolc Poem

Our Consciousness found in a blanket of sleep
We've fallen captive to Winters' keep

But hark, the Goddess Brigid emerges!
Bringing the magick of potential awakenings
In Her presence, light evelops all things in sight
And causes all shadowy beings to take flight

She shoots a fiery arrow, sends it flying
And Winters' stranglehold begins dying
When the arrow lands, transformation rumbles
Our souls unfurl, spiral and tumble

Renewing our commitments under Brigid's seal
We experience the brightest turning of the Wheel!