Inside

These days of frost and frozen earth,

Of little clouds that you breath out

And fingers feel like sticks of ice

I keep my soul inside

           

                 *

Even when the frost has gone

And fog has come instead

And coldness changed in watercold

I keep my soul inside

                 *

Let it be alone, 

inside the magical way  

because

These days my soul is longing

For new things yet to come

                *

My soul needs a little while

And slowly it will unfold,

When time is perfectly ready

It will bloom and will show

New flowers in different colours

                 *

In Imbolc-time the pale and tiny ones,

Later on some more pronounced

But in these days of fog and frost 

My soul just needs to stay inside