Imbolc Eve
It is not by chance
She comes,
leaving the imprint of her foot
in the ashes of your hearth,
reminding you that
the fire is not truly dead.
When you are ready
it will burst into
visionary flame.
Therefore, leave milk
and cheese
at your doorstep –
a taste of your devotion
to belief in the birth
following glistening frost
waiting for the sun.
Therefore, hang out
your strips of linen.
She will come
sprinkling her blessings
with the morning dew.
Image: “Ashes; Your Turn!” by Taifur Azam, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
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