One wild, unfettered leap past
tear-stained moor memories,
crashing, gasping, on bald rocks.
Gone the aching days and cloud-
swept skies by youth uncounted.
Rest lies in dappled shallows.
I have danced on distant shores.
I have swum in dark places.
In forest pools I yearn for home.
Ogwr Fach, February/Mis Chwefror 2020