Up at the Maenllwyd
Funny how the days roll by.
I don’t seem to be doing anything,
Cleaning and writing and cooking
And sitting and walking
Sleeping and waking.
Where does it all go?
The time so clear
Nobody here
Hour-hours
Or merely minutes?
Today it is warm;
Yesterday cold;
Wind changes, clouds keep going
In different directions.
Tonight a comet hangs over the yard
Tail streaming in far off sunshine.
Down here, the moon throws shadows
And the windless sycamore stands against the stars.
An owl calls.
What was on its mind?
Out of the woodwork, curiously,
Comes love.