Smooth seas carry me

Green grass anchors my bare feet

Where the sky begins

Turning with earth

I transfigure pale sunlight

To seed galaxies

High in the cliff face

Cut from the Cambrian plate

A hidden door waits

A hedge is for food

Gates are just a climbing frame

To us wild creatures

Come into the wind

That runs all along the Mynd

Let it fill your wings

Lead me to the land

Of gardens overgrowing

Tables overturned

When I went to bed

The sky was burnt dragon red

Now I am instead

Hang my heavy head

Trace my steady trudging tread

To a stony bed

A door in the cliff

An entrance to what comes next

Or an escape hatch?

Gales howl and waves roar

Though strong winds drive us ashore

Set sail and haul oar

Weaving fern fronds to

Elder and honeysuckle

With old melodies

Sun makes clouds make rain

Makes springs make streams make rivers

Make sea. Who makes tides?

In silence I fade

In still seas I see my face

In fields seal my fate

High above the cave

Stand on a million bone grave

Washed by rolling waves

Now the cow parsley

Perfumes the musky hedges

We let ourselves go

Dragonflies scatter

Flashes of cerulean

Iridescently

The final flourish

Of this leaning Labernum

Choked by the Ivy

It is time to plant

Or time to scatter new seed

Into boisterous wind?

No words can capture

No bottle could ere preserve

Such sweet May evenings