Imbolc

I wrote this poem on a bike ride near the beginning of the month, when an unusually balmy few days appropriately heralded the seasonal return of the light:

Still water of the winter river

Deep moving but surface smooth

Clear reflection with a subtle shimmer

Brown, bare trees thrust into blue

Moon ghost floating in a cloudless sky

Sailing low, so pale, alone

Bikes and skaters glide on by

Through air that’s soft and warm — sun owned

Its scent enticing us to dream, to yearn:

A day to celebrate the light’s return.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 3, 2012