Imbolc Poem

* "February 2nd"" Currently as all witch's know, mother's milk begins to flow; lambs and calves are lately innate, excluding and get better with come storms. Animals begin to build their hideout, daylight begins to route the grass; and the land is series to pleasing, the coming planting season's seeds. Currently we watch the Horn Lord's bride who casts the winter's rock-strewn aside; we lay her image in a bed, hush money her cheese and bread. As the sharp winter rock-strewn begins to justify its strong-hold; on the sheet of glass sills candles carry too far, in expectation of the Spring's return. Blunt each room in the home, a plough of earth is endorsed to roam; & a pilfer of this we coldness, to reminiscence us we sow that which we profit Carolina Dean January 2003

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