Birdsong–A Blogger’s Silent Poetry Reading
Lanea on Feb 1st 2019
This year, I celebrate Imbolc with a new song of my own. Birdsong Spoken introduction Recording of Birdsong The Raven’s eye sees everything, From winter’s death to birth of spring, He favors neither slave nor king But Bran’s own blessed singers. Broad wings beat the air in flight As life and death war through the […]