Imbolc Lake

On the lake
in a day gone cyan
Under a sky that was so grey

The sharp crisp air
takes my puff clouds of breath
And sequesters them
like an invisible magician

I walk Yule’s dead crunch leaves
Balanced between
Earth and Clouds
Sun in Moon
Fire in Water in Air . . .

Upon the waters
A drifting wind dragon
tracing invisible currents
in the still reflection

A signature
that disappears . . .

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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