Feb 02, 2014 11:53
In the frozen white and gray,
Brigid, bring your bright spark that one day
soon enough to keep the hidden flames alight,
but within the balance of slow night
to morning, we can dance the paths of dreaming
brought to life in streaming
swirls of ice melting fiercely in the warmer sun,
what could be, at last begun.
poem,
writing