Imagining Imbolc



Daffodils are up, my God! What beauty
concerted down on us last night. And if
I sleep again, I’ll wake to a louder
blossoming, the symphony smashing down
hothouse walls, and into the world: music.
Something like the birds’ return, each morning’s
crescendo rising toward its brightest pitch,
colors unfurling, petals alluring.
The song, the color, the rising ecstasy
of spring. My God. This beauty. This, this
is what I’ve hoped for. All my life is here
in the unnamed core—dogwood, daffodil,
tulip poplar, crab apple, crepe myrtle—
only now, in spring, can the place be named.

~Camille Dungy, from the poem, “What to Eat, What to Drink, and What to Leave for Poison” from the book, What to Eat, What to Drink, What to Leave for Poison.

What are you hungry for?

Picture found here.


3 responses to “Imagining Imbolc

  1. I love all the winter bloomers! … nothing happening here yet, but there’s still a couple’a days to go!

  2. Daffodils always and especially in February when winter has about done me in and the early ones start peeking through and I know, I KNOW, winter is almost over!

  3. (or January, as global warming may have it and my garden may respond)

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