IMBOLC, AT THE WELL
Water soothe my burning thoughts
Fire, stream o’er the rocks, through the crevices
Of my frozen will --
Bark and lichen
Silt and earth
Steady the pilgrim way.
Water, receive these weary feet
Bless this brow, these eyes
These cheeks.
Hide my grief
In the weft of fragrant bough and leaf,
Weave me a new fabric
Whisper to me of tomorrow.
(copyright Cathy Larson Sky 2/02/2009)
1 comments:
beautiful! a great addition to the poetry web that has been spun!
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