February
With the newly-born Crocus, all things are present in transfiguration: From the wild flower constellations of Caer Din to the plateau of Bishop’s Moat; The Shrewsbury Plain viewed from Callow Hill; The leaves of Ashes Hollow, the robe of a sleepwalker, darkly cloistered; That Welsh horizon, cold and blue; painfully revealing Beyond Who is this deity summoning still, who once stepped from the waters of the Kemp And who now sings in the sea-spaces between Heisker? I follow Him with […]
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