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Incantation II
By Dawn McLachlan 

Light the candle
Shield the flame
Push the Dark away again

 Gold the light beneath the door
Bright the step upon the floor
See the way the light now lingers
Green that stretches out her fingers
Soon again Spring will return 
Close the season to be turned

Light the candle
Shield the flame
Push the Dark away again

Incantation II By Dawn McLachlan Light the candle Shield the flame Push the Dark away again Gold the light beneath the door Bright the step upon the floor See the way the light now lingers Green that stretches out her fingers Soon again Spring will return Close the season to be turned Light the candle Shield the flame Push the Dark away again

An incantation for #imbolc

Footnote - The first part of this incantation was for the Winter Solstice.

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A Hard Lesson

You’ve got no reason to pick the flower.
Might as well tell somebody how to love.
The best part is its wholeness, how it grows 
there unassisted. Perfect symmetry. 

It comes in waves. The sadness of old clothes 
thick piles of paper. How they remind you 
of everyone you used to be. Maybe 
another language has a word for this.

It's springtime delicious. Outside, we race 
against the intervals of a sump pump.
I'm drawing a hopscotch in sidewalk chalk.
She never gets tired of laughing. Teach me 

to celebrate. A singular tulip, 
its stem content in a tangle of rain.

A Hard Lesson You’ve got no reason to pick the flower. Might as well tell somebody how to love. The best part is its wholeness, how it grows there unassisted. Perfect symmetry. It comes in waves. The sadness of old clothes thick piles of paper. How they remind you of everyone you used to be. Maybe another language has a word for this. It's springtime delicious. Outside, we race against the intervals of a sump pump. I'm drawing a hopscotch in sidewalk chalk. She never gets tired of laughing. Teach me to celebrate. A singular tulip, its stem content in a tangle of rain.

Spring break is over, and the cruelest month nears. Here's a sort of sonnet for Sunday in celebration of this temporal sweet spot when the flowers are here to do their thing, but the rain hasn't left, and the air is still cool.

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