Imbolc Moon

Candle night and waxing moon,
Old trees above the darkening garden

are falling into shadows, deep and intense,
stained violet and gypsy fragrant
along the border, cedar hedged.
Twilight airs and dances
intoxicate the mind and fill one's thoughts
with winters gone, but hallowed
and held within, still cherished,
with crackling snows remembered,
Imbolc moons as yet unseen,
and radiant still to come.
Cate