INTENT
Imbolc - 'ewe's milk' - succour
in a new land:
No snowdrops yet bobble white bonnets
declaring the wind has dropped,
the sun is ascendent.
No catkins dangle from drooping hazel
grown tall enough to provide
both entrance arch and future nuts.
Two sun-same aconites from a friend do shout their brightness.
Primrose leaves live along south-facing banks.
Blue tits, blackbirds and a lone robin actively announce
the year is turning.
I come to this new land seeking succour,
giving replenishment, as I plant trees and bulbs
with intent.
Kaaren Whitney
Imbolc 2003
