Skip to content

Category: Uncategorized

BIRTHDAY

for Philip

In the high silence
above our house
in the hills, I catch
a whisper of sweet
songs and names
half-forgotten by
the hurried years;
below in the valley,
the silver river
flickers like a candle,
in the light of the sun,
on your birthday.

Comments closed

OUR MOURNING

Sing her among the heather
and the highlands;
clothe the choir in black lace,
take down the signpost,
find our way in the mist.

Comments closed