The coming of spring
Pulses in the vains
Of rivers hushed
Underneath the strained

Ice that cracks
A trickle
Becomes a stream
Flowing freely
Love unrestrained

If I could find
The threads of hope
I’d weave a blanket
For those sick or old
For those in need

Under the snow
Kept silent in winter
Till the new seeds grow
Harvest the light
Keep the darkness away

Send Brigid
Send peace on it’s way