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


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.