Imbolc Dawning
As gauntlet grasp on winter breaks
I stand
Pre dawn moonlight envelops
Lake waves lapping, sparkle shore rocks
An audible stillness now sixth sense kissing
Silence; unthreatening.
My skin vibrates while cold invades
Anticipation is where I am
Above me gilded, belted Orion
From it's silent world.
Am I the only one who waits?
Am I the only one who feels?
I listen. Maybe
No sign of life, yet my heart still beats
And then a breeze, yes I feel it
Softy caressing skin
Warm winds from beyond the dark
I awaken to an earth sun dance
Imperceptible at first, it teases me,
From night stillness, slow movement
I feel it more, pale wind blowing
Stirring creatures, I'm not alone
Their cry distant, siren
But then it's gone,
No breeze to kiss, the senses lessen
And I am left in a wilderness
So I watch where before, imagination
Images unnatural, crowding me
Daybreak begs to release the light
Sun returns, complete one day-cycle
Yes I see it,
Yes I feel it,
Alone though my heart beats faster
Quicksilver light from horizon breaks
No longer shadowed, nature audible
Each day the same, though many don't notice
Earth rotation, always the same
But this time I am here
Should I return to my world
While Imbolc warm comforts me
The lakeside shore invites,
My guide to movement stirred
Snowdrops brushing, I gladly return;
So waken me again
©Andrew Dawes