Seeds for what will soon be planted,
Crystal in which futures spin,
Cup of cheer to sing the Sun back,
Candlelight to draw it in…
Imbolc opens up our hearts now,
Closed by wintry cold and fear,
Promises that Spring returns soon,
With the Sun, draws ever near.
Anger’s cold and so is hatred,
Both plunge us in the Abyss,
But with Sun of Love returning,
So returns warm Summer’s kiss.
Wait for Spring, then, and her partner,
Summer soon to follow through;
Work for better times and soon see
Our great country saved, renewed.