It’s Imbolc – womb of darkness,
Feel the pulse of mother earth,
The rhythm of her weaving,
Quickening seed to birth.
 
Time of new beginnings,
New unopened bud,
Raise the golden sap of life,
From deep within the mud.
 
Keeper of deep places,
Gift of life you bring,
Your song it lives within our hearts,
Your song is what we sing.
 
Time of transformation,
Awakener of the spring,
May your song last ‘til May-time,
This song our hearts will sing.
 
Time of great potential,
We stand at spring’s dawn light,
You brighten our horizon,
And bring us springs twilight.
 
Dark days behind us,
Bring focus this coming year,
May your song weave our path,
And the mirror of truth be clear.
 
Keeper of deep places,
Gift of life you bring,
Your song it lives within our hearts,
Your song is what we sing………