february

february comes crawling
like a wounded animal
with its broken limbs
naked branches stark
against this world of white
longing for the
warmth of her dawn
a fading memory
in the endless night
imbolc is the ceremony
we are to celebrate
the seeds sleeping
in her womb
promises of a new life
but tonight
all I can remember
is the knife
you used to wound
so deep and cold
the blood that flowed
and just froze there
on the snow ….

spiritwolf