Snowdrops Poem by Janet Budd

In awe, a tiny lunar painted pearl
Perseveres to force the frosted ground
So Brighid can make her altar candle burn.

Light quickens in this warm wombed fecund world.
Bright Brighid, this first and flawless bud, she crowns
In awe, a tiny lunar painted pearl.

Soft fresh tear drops as pure born snow drops turn
Winter’s frozen crust to jewel strewn mounds,
So Brighid can make her altar candle burn

And let the little things of spring unfurl
Setting spirals spin. Brighid sighs, weeping down
In awe, a tiny lunar painted pearl.

Blessed signature of a sacred soul
Hid deeply, smouldering safely, sound
So Brighid can make her altar candle burn

Freshly amazed, the waking world’s return
Is celebrated. Welcome cries resound
In awe, a tiny lunar painted pearl.
So Brighid can make her altar candle burn