I’ve just seen eight fawns
in the field, it’s Imbolc
and I pray that it is a good sign for all
I know the stars foresee gloom
and there’s not any good clue
so I pray that can change it all
Imbolc is the feast
that can sweeten the grief
giving some hope
with a white storm
The frozen sacred clearing
surrounded by the woods
but in the air there is
the spring with its new mood
Then the fawns are disappeared
in a way that is not clear
suddenly they were here and they are no more
You say that it is a sign
the dimensions are still tied
and today only today the passage is wide open
Imbolc is the feast
that can sweeten the grief
giving some hope
with a white storm
The frozen sacred clearing
surrounded by the woods
but in the air there is
the spring with its new mood
