Before green leaves

A poem for this day of Imbolc which is mild and bright, the sun is warm, and the birds are singing spring songs. I’m using this painting of Diana again because it’s such a joyful one.



Before green leaves, sweet birdsong

clothes the trees in beauty,

and through the rain, the air, pearl-bright,

is blue as mists upon the ocean.

Tread with fiery feet

to warm the cockles of the earth,

and hatch the seeded fruits of autumn.

Keep your keening for the year that’s dead,

the crone laid down beneath the winter snows,

and we will sing the green and sun-dyed hopes

in the young year to come.


Published by

Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s