Come and take a walk with me
Grab your stick, your hat and cloak
Behold, the spring is stirring
Time to celebrate Imbolc!
Watch the crocuses emerge
And snowdrops bow their heads
See, the spring unfurling
Time to waken from our beds!
The swans are resting from their trek
The ewes ready to lamb
Hear, the spring is quickening
Time to croon the ram!
We'll gather round the fires
Where winter chill will wane
Feel, the spring is nearing
Time to make dollies of grain!
And raise your milk-cups in a toast
Eat treats sprinkled with seeds
Taste, the spring's almost at hand
Time to drape ourselves in beads!
Let us thank our patron Saint
The one of poetry and wit
Now that spring is imminent
Time to praise Goddess Bridgid!
© Iris Overdijk 2025
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