St. Brigit's Garden (Sonnet)

The robin halts her hopping and stares, still,
belly protruding, surrounded by green.
Light shines and eyes soften, invisible
creatures of the air, this bucolic scene.

Woodland paths and moss-covered trees, serene.
Orange bee feasting, flower to flower,
hawthorn tree, fairy tree, green offering.
Goddess of spring, birthing, blooming power

of Earth Mother, wisdom from seed, water,
circles of life, transformation, holy
lover, fire, feminine, transgressor,
beauty, listen to the souls brought lowly.

Nourishment drawn from the moss forest floor,
grounded in whispers of those gone before.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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