Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

Imbolc

Before the planting

of the seeds,

the preparation

to plant the seeds—

too soon for the soil,

of course, but

here, the hands

of the planter.

Rose milk lotion. Rest.

The time for verbs,

later.

These long nights,

the time for dreams.

Out of darkness,

sprouting,

unstoppable budding,

sweet frolicsome riots

of soft and feral pink.

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