on the road to joy–an ode
Imbolc February 3, 2026
These magnificent cells of mine
have carried me through days of darkness
when I stumble toward the corners of despair
when singing and writing abandon me
and I can barely move for the anguish of it
But move I have for these magnificent cells of mine
refuse to give up to give in
refuse to stop breathing Believing
there will come a time
as tonight when the light lengthens the day
and the snow moon brightens
the whitened terrain
I remember too the mycelia which move
Underground messaging the trees
springing up as fairy rings
just when we need them most