.
sparkling eyes
women once again alone
a strange elder world
the past looming off behind
future in their freest dreams
.
.
sparkling eyes
women once again alone
a strange elder world
the past looming off behind
future in their freest dreams
.
.
rumoured wren
dissembling in the garden
mossy bench
.
.
hawthorn
motley shadow on the path
small flicks of light
.
small start-eyed flier
hooked legs and gossamer wings
flurries her greeting
.
.
river’s mighty stream
swollen by the downpour
distances
.
.
one day actually
a sexton strides the graveyard
skull in open palm
.
.
one day older
every Jack and every Jill
so the world goes round
.
.
bridge of bright water
a smiling woman with her stick
two lifetimes
.
.
town dump blues
yet Merddyn weaves a spell of cheer
wisdom from the Hills
.
.
turning frames
at a narrow stair’s head
flow of the dark
.
.
shadows on a wall
leaves and grasses dancing
the other forest
.
.
arching fronds
of the winter poplar
an empty framing
.
.
sketchy larches
on a cold grey sky
slightly leaning
.