February 2, 2006


Candlemas eve and many shadows,
old trees above the darkening garden
are falling into dusky pools, deep and intense,
stained violet and gypsy fragrant
along the border, cedar hedged.
Twilight airs and dances
intoxicate the mind and fill one's thoughts
with winters gone, but hallowed
and held within, still cherished,
with crackling snows remembered,
Imbolc lights and fires as yet unseen,

and radiant still to come.