Cailleach Bhéara, sleep now that Brigit may attend…thank you for a winter of wisdoms Mother.

Thig an nathair as an toll
Là donn Brìde,
Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd
Air leac an làir.

The serpent will come from the hole
On the brown Day of Bríde,
Though there should be three feet of snow
On the flat surface of the ground
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Imbolc Blessings…what new beginnings do you bring to the light?