Monday, February 2, 2009

For the Groundhog, Blessed of Brighid





Moch maduinn Bhride
Thig an muc-ghrùnnd as an toll
Cha bhoin mise ris an
muc-ghrùnnd
Cha bhoin an muc-ghrùnnd rium.

Early on Bride's morn
Shall the groundhog come from the hole
I will not harm the groundhog
Nor will the groundhog harm me.


(Traditional Gaelic song to Bride. Well, sorta kinda. More for the 4th annual Brighid in the Blogosphere Poetry Reading.)

2 comments:

Pietra said...

Diz more weeks of winter... Summer here =]

Nicole said...

Beautiful!