Imbolc (Thursday Doors on Friday)

Some say you are three–
not as maiden mother crone–
but poet healer
wise woman of craft.  Imbolc
is your season—between, but
always moving toward the light.

The world is keening
in the depth of this winter.
We light our candles–
over and over it seems–
to remember the passing
of time, people and places.

The sky is grey, dark.
Too many nights have elapsed
since I’ve seen the moon.
But it is still there, waiting–
like all the winter sparrows
singing in the leafless trees.

Again, I’ve chosen a couple random doors from my collection. The triple goddess moon symbol above the top door is unusual–at least I’ve never seen one before–but what a wonderful guardian for a door! 

I’m not sure who the woman is above this door, but why not Brigid? The beautiful circles are also a perfect accompaniment to the seasons’ turning.

My poem was written for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, with kigo words Imbolc, depth of winter, and winter sparrows. Imbolc is a holiday that marks the midway point between winter and spring, and it is associated with the goddess/saint Brigid. You can read more about it here.

Even inside the unending greyness of the days, I can see that the light is returning. And all year long, even in the depth of winter, the streets are filled with sparrow trees.

And there are always more doors to find at Thursday Doors, hosted by Dan Antion.