Form: Spenserian Sonnet
As trees begin to swell and bud with life,
The Sun shall linger longer with each day,
A sparrow seeks himself a loving wife
And spirits sing, for Spring is on its way.
As seeds start bursting in their beds of clay
Are touched by living beauty, fresh and new,
The Pagan heart, in homage, comes to pray
By silver light to share the witches' brew.
And eyes now seek the signs of love in you
A crocus bud amid the melting snow,
The daffodil is calling loud and true,
These golden truths the heart has come to know.
The Imbolc light of hope remains the same
As seasons turn to end the Winter's claim