Solitary Imbolc

The moon is bright

and nearly full,

almost directly overhead

when I go out late

to make ritual for Imbolc,

for the coming of Spring.

More and more

my small back yard

becomes a sacred space:

place of daily meditations

and communing with Nature.

The energy gathers and builds.

I cast my circle simply, 

with my right forefinger.

Deosil (sunwise)

is anti-clockwise here.

I bow as I name the directions

then open my arms

to call down the light of the moon.

I feel her enter and fill me.

I have some prayers,

I have some praises,

I have some thanks to give.

All this is quietly done.

Then it is time

to open the circle

and free all spirits

which may have been trapped

inadvertently or otherwise,

bidding them go in peace.

I step inside my door

strengthened

calmed.


Submitted to dVerse Open Link Night #56. 
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This poem also appears in Sherry's Poets United feature: A Chat With Rosemary Nissen-Wade ~ On Poetry and Witchcraft.