The outrage in your chest
is stifled pollen.
Be linden fragrance
or magnolia.
Let a faint breeze feather
the trembling bud.
Singing gently to yourself
is the first mystery
of Imbolc,
stirring the petals
in your seed.
You are the season
between Winter and Spring
when a secret breath
ignites the heart
and the sky is filled
with the roar of love.
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