Images of Imbolcs past flood my mind.
Woken early, a gift of chocolates.
A simple ceremony in a local park.
Guesting with a coven, the smell of my hair burning!
Chanting to honour Brigid
Our Lucy pours out the offering of milk
Flames of hope shared in the cold
Warm drinks after shared in the warmth.
Long conversations of the Brighids in the past.