July at Maenllwyd

Evening falls in the silent valley

shirtless in the Ch’an hall

doors open

Sunbeams flood the floor buzzing flies

dirty the panes

Bamboo wind bells

talk in the sycamore tree

tak, tok, tik, a good kip

Woodpecker shouting

ginger cat visiting again

No water in the brook no sound

looking up-somebody coming?

Haymaking humming in the distant air

binoculars to distant fields -


Dawn breeze through the open door

sweet sheep shit

flavouring honeysuckle

Wales, the green aquarium.

Birds swim along