IMBOLC, The Day of Brighid

We've come half way from the Winter Solstice to the Vernal Equinox. Deep inside the Earth, the seeds are stirring, preparing to sprout ...

Have you seen the Jack-in-the-Green?
With his long tail hanging down
He sits quietly under every tree
In the folds of his velvet gown.
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
The dew that Dawn sweetly bestows.
And taps his cane upon the ground
Signals the Snowdrops it's time to grow.