Photo by Kat Myrman 2015

We welcome thee, fair Biddy Bride
to bless our homes and fields of gold
on sunwise walks around each well
near clootie-adorned trees of old.

As Gaia sleeps in frost kissed slumber
a fire in her belly sings
soon verdant buds of life will burst
announcing the first fruits of Spring.

The darkest nights are fading now
as dawn’s first blush illumes the sky
and birdsong bids us rise and shine
to welcome thee, our Biddy Bride!

kat ~ 1 February 2016 (Imbolc/Saint Brigid’s Day)