Brigid's Song: A Snow Moon Poem

Somewhere
beneath the snow-hearted Land
lay all that you are
and have ever been
and ever will be.

Crisp Winter
white frozen
earth stinging air
cloaks your vision
until its time is come.

Patience
is not a passive
gesture,
but a willingness
to sit still with knowing
Like the Wild Maiden
in the mountain storm,
wind whipping
Old Crone testing her mettle
blinding snowfall
But there she sits
in utter focus
Her mind trained
on the verdant valley below
How does it look taste smell feel sound;

Be like the Seer sensing
until the snow clears
and you can see
The vast soft green expanse
Of your dream,
the sloping, dappled landscape
the bird song
the open roadside inn
the orchards
blooming with small white flowers—
A nod to the storm
that got you here.

Amanda Verdery Young
Dedicated to the Goddess Brigid and her generosity of spirit in lengthening the light within and without.