A witch of the wind I’ve always been Smelling out the change in seasons Through the breaths between the words The inhale before each breeze Which leaves a blossom scented stillness Or in autumn, the petrichor of rotting leaves and rain Or in winter,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed”
May the first stirrings of spring be felt joyfully within you. Here’s my musings from last year: https://mabhsavage.com/2019/02/01/imbolc-treasure/
Imbolc is the Celtic festival of winter’s end, the start of spring, and is celebrated on the first or second of February. Spring isn’t here yet, but we’ve made it to halfway between winter solstice and the equinox. Lambs are on their way, and… Continue Reading “Imbolc Treasure”
Strange nostalgia for the sea Background smell Of coal dust and coziness While I walk on the beach Houses behind me Horizon ahead Beckoning.
It’s nearly Yule and what better way to enjoy this indulgent season than with some delicious choccies? Apperley Bridge Marina hosted its first chocolate tasting event last night. We arrived under a frosty half moon with the boats glistening in still and cold water.… Continue Reading “Chocolate Tasting at Apperley Bridge Marina”
Will I have any corn to bring To place on the stone within the ring? Will I have flesh to cut and burn And place inside the bubbling urn? Will I have neeps and spuds and carrots To fill these wide and simmering pots?… Continue Reading “Samildánach”
I married The old stone wall Hidden behind The rhododendrons I found it When the snow Angel coloured lead Bowed the branches White flakes For my veil We borrowed The blue Sky, old And new And stood in front Of ourselves No witnesses.
I’m just in awe at how perfect these snowflakes are.