The Monster In Spring

[smokingboot]

After the combat
I found my horns tangled
With cunning snowboughs
My claws had grown long,
Ice-tipped, crocus scented.
Lanterns were moving
On the lambing fields
While a wren gave me direction,
Pointed me at the blue woods
And the light of a frozen lake.

Wishing any who celebrate the season, a very beautiful Candlemass/Imbolc.