there was something
gentle and nourishing
to the cooling breath
in the mid February sun
the fire promised
on Imbolc night
had been delivered
and it was time to
feed the ravenous Earth
after her winter slumber
for we were all wakened
before our dreams
had been dreamt
and reveled in a slight
slip into solar swimming
with gleaming silver
resting on our sternums
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