I love the rewards found with words, especially when they fall into a poetic arrangement. Neither taut nor prescribed; but rather the beauty and the truth of the message, seen in observation and lived through experience..
About Me

- Eileen T O'Neill .....
- Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}
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I have been loving the slightly longer days too, and actually have crocusses in my yard already. And FIVE birthdays this month,which is a bit much, lol. I really feel the hope in this poem as we emerge from winter like sleepy bears.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, our days are becoming a bit noticeably longer here too, which does bring hope that we will see spring / summer not far behind. Admittedly I never heard of Saint Brigid, but if she is patron of poets I like her! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI'm a winter lover and hate to see the days start lengthening, though it's fine for now. I just dread the summer when it stays bright out from 5am to 10pm. Give me my cozy evenings.
ReplyDeleteYou have daffodils?!! The sun is on the upswing but winter still has the upper hand here.
ReplyDeleteNice to know there is a patron saint of poets... definitely needs to be celebrated!
ReplyDeleteLove your focus on Brigid "Revered by both Pagan and Christian cultures." I feel the same about February.
ReplyDeleteThe longest months of the dark time of the year are behind us now, and I can certainly feel Brigid's presence in the bird activity and the first flowers.
ReplyDeleteIn India, especially where I stay we long for the winter season. Coldness is cool to us. Smiles. Your poem beautifully celebrates Saint Brigid’s day, with so much warmth and happiness. Also it's lovely to learn about the patron of poets.
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