the only pretty ringtime

hodie januarius terminatus est

today, january closes its doors while outside I observe incipiences of youth and gentle Spring - and tomorrow, tomorrow be the Eve of our Imbolc when, according to amandus sagissimus ronaldus , the lambs they do lactate, they do, in field and fell, they do, they do - and, as told by northern pagan whisperings of my youth, waters drip from wintry stalagtites neath bough and branch and icy discards rush downstream in reunion to oblivion

light the new candles
nunc dimittis servum tuum
mine ending is my beginning
tomorrow shall be my dancing day

francis cameron, oxford, 31 january 2013

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