Springs Celtic rites (Filid?)

I heard her breath upon the dusk
the evensong in whispers husk
called, in the fading chirps
roosting birds,the last allerts

We felt the empathy reclaim
for each of us, held the chain
in the Green Mans root and branch
winter past and spring advance

Brigit danced with words betrothed
for in birth, gestation to a close
felt the lactose of the sun
 ready breasts the earth becomes

Encamped beneath the frosted moon
fantasies that still prevailed,spoon
the mead, honeyed herbs upon wounds
welcome milk held in the womb

Assembled, listen when she spoke
auburn hair waved to her waist
 jeweled words and settings grace
celibrate, seasons as they uncloak

Wildlife standing so bewitched
a symbiotic creature in their midst
music of her ringing tones
 unseen spirits, leprechauns and gnomes

We see her now in silvered cloud
sun backed surf, crashing loud
expected air of pregnancy
spring swelling with vitality

Virgins may, the ceilidh prance
flowered lace upon each branch
 echoes, her lyrics wing benevolence
entwines, Imbolc pertinance