near imbolc

~ the time when all is grey and dark, glooming and desolate

and one can only search for little shards of greenery, of light and brightness, to hold a beacon of hope for the growth of all things to return, soon ~

( you are being watched  ~ you are the one watching) 

when everything is still wet and

moist

from the winter-time

and the coldness has entrenched

itself so deeply 

into your bones

that a spark in you longs

for the warmth

dreams

of the colour

returning

yearns

for the blooming

of the cherry-

blossom

just to reach a sense

of lightness

again

just to unearth

the hidden

warmth

your body so knows

and holds

and has long since forgotten

each ray of sun-

light

seeps into a pore 

of yours

lingering 

longingly

for more

until the cloud returns

teasing you

it is not spring-time yet

spring is a tease

with patience she will reveal

herself

to you

and you will enjoy each sliver

of pleasure

she provides

you will writhe with joy

as she 

strip-teases

off

her winter garb

slowly

you will ooze

with anticipation

let not your

desire

for her embrace

entrance you

for you are still in the time

of darkness

so be with it

be with the shadows 

be still
and still,

you linger there

still journeying 

through

the underworld

you have not come out yet

just wait

patience,
love,
spring is coming.