Oswyn, formerly of the Forestry Commission
Posted: Fri May 14, 2021 3:52 am
Version 2
A little sun to warm the bench
and I'm set for the morning,
eyes fixed to west
tracing and retracing
the treeline above Cwmcroidder
as though securing a robe of sunlight
to the mountain’s shoulder.
Thirty years ago I planted the larches,
since perished, felled. Only natives now —
*aethnenni, helyg, derw digoes —
They will not slide, on this watch,
once more into the shade.
*Aspen, willow, sessile oak.
Original
A little sun to warm his bench
and he’s set for the morning,
eyes fixed to west
tracing and retracing
the treeline above Cwmcroidder
as though securing a robe of sunlight
to the mountain’s shoulder.
Thirty years ago he planted the larches,
since perished, felled. Only natives now,
he boasts —
*aethnenni, helyg, derw digoes —
They will not slide, on his watch,
once more into the shade.
*Aspen, willow, sessile oak.
A little sun to warm the bench
and I'm set for the morning,
eyes fixed to west
tracing and retracing
the treeline above Cwmcroidder
as though securing a robe of sunlight
to the mountain’s shoulder.
Thirty years ago I planted the larches,
since perished, felled. Only natives now —
*aethnenni, helyg, derw digoes —
They will not slide, on this watch,
once more into the shade.
*Aspen, willow, sessile oak.
Original
A little sun to warm his bench
and he’s set for the morning,
eyes fixed to west
tracing and retracing
the treeline above Cwmcroidder
as though securing a robe of sunlight
to the mountain’s shoulder.
Thirty years ago he planted the larches,
since perished, felled. Only natives now,
he boasts —
*aethnenni, helyg, derw digoes —
They will not slide, on his watch,
once more into the shade.
*Aspen, willow, sessile oak.