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Believing in Saint Brigid in New England

It is the feast of Saint Brigid
when all things must increase,
sunlight’s kiss on a winter day,
a longing for renewal and rebirth.
If we can find hope in February
that daffodils are pushing their wanton
yellow way though frozen fields,
then Spring will find us,bringing the memory laden scents
of early thaw, the persistence
of pussy willows, and the promise
that all things good come in time.