Early February Musings, 2021
Light of Imbolc and Candlemas Days
Light—the first that is seen upon the parting of morning’s curtain
Clear and bright the skies are over our heads, a welcome sight
As birds swoop and sing their triumphant glories as
The Spring, if Spring it may be, starts slowly her treading upon the earth
But the Seer knows better within his burrow home
The Seer glimpses at the Winter, she who is mighty Winter, who he knows still holds sway lantern-lit
Now the clouds cover skies as night falls a little later, a little brighter it remains
The warmth has seeped into our skins making them glow with good tidings ahead
The Lady changes her mantle amidst the shimmering white lights that awaken the evening into—Light
Owl, My Spirit Guide
Hark to the call of his coming, Hark! Hark!
He makes himself known to me
Perched upon skeleton tree of white birch branch
The sun has gone to sleep as he awakens
Awakens, bringing his message of mystery to my hearth
He knows me and I know him
My guide and spirit wanderer and friend
He, fabled one of speckled wing and great talon
He soars across the skies covering the night with his embrace
Waiting for his mate, waiting to bring me something
Something to help me through this time
I trust him and he trusts me
My mind asks: What news do you have for me, from the world beyond?
Hark! Hark! is his reply
So hark to the call of Owl, my Spirit Guide
Silence and stirring, he departs
I await his coming again