Wednesday, February 02, 2011

"Imbolc"

By Ulrike Gerbig

Frost has already packed his bags
Yet does not want to leave
The garden still is wrapped in his old rags
They hang from branches
Bushes lie on grass
The trees still wear their spider’s webs of
Frozen hopes and dreams
The sun’s fierce tongue already
Gently licks all back to life
Sets juices free and lets them rise
Birds again call out for daring deeds
Shy flowers speak of beauty yet to come
The heart throws open wide its windows and its door
Drinks in the smell the sound the sight of
The old dance that never ended never has begun

(Above poem taken from this page).

5 comments:

Intense Guy said...

Spring, spring, spring, spring... Spring, spring, spring, spring... Spring, spring, spring, spring... Spring, spring, spring, spring...
Come on Spring, spring, spring, spring!

Toriz said...

Iggy:
It's coming... Honest!

AliceKay said...

Nice poem.

If you looked out our windows today, you wouldn't think spring was coming any time soon. But...according to Punxsutawney Phil early this morning, we're to have an early spring this year.

Rita said...

We won't see any of that for months, but it was great to read about it. ;)

Toriz said...

AK:
Glad you liked the poem.

Well, let's hope he's right!

Rita:
My hope is that reading about it will remind people it will come... Spring will come soon!