Advent

The Green Man Sleeps under white frost

and the days shrink

to the size of pennies.

Holly bleeds berries

and firs freeze...

It is Time.

Naissance time,

time for Ouroboros to smile

and reveal its tail,

time for the Incarnation,

the Exhalation,

the birth of the Divine.

Brighid smiles

and her eyes are alight with the fire of spring,

bright with threefold promise.

The darkness breathes:

Spring stirs,

Hope is born

and Redemption sings its morning song.