Eight fawns

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

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