We welcome the arrival of Spring with Great Blue Heron fishing along Salmon Creek.
We watch the female as she weaves marsh grasses, Douglas fir needles, moss, and small twigs for her nest. Although we see herons nearly every day, we catch our breath as they wade in the water in the morning mists, and catch fish and frogs throughout these unusually sunny Spring days.
Although Imbolc, also known as St. Brigid’s Day, celebrates the arrival of longer, warmer, days, it is only now when we begin to feel the balance of the season at this time in the turning of the wheel of the year. Spring Equinox is sacred to dawn, the morning star, and resurrection. Eostre, the Saxon goddess (from whose name we get the direction East and the holiday Easter) is a morning goddess. Just as the dawn is the time of new light, so the Vernal Equinox is the time of new life and new beginnings. We celebrate each breath, each day, each poem.
With gratitude to the editors of Written River, for inclusion in the latest issue of Written River.
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