Alice
O. Howell
Brighid's song: for Imbolc
The house is frozen shut
against the winter winds,
outside dark branches
waving bare
dark branches waving bare
dear heart, and will I live
to free our window
to the dreaming moon
and gentler air
dreaming moon and gentler air
to my sun come laughing home
and to my arms
so fair is He
so very fair
so fair, my god, so very fair!
a.o.howell