NAUGHT BUT THE WIND
Poem by Nanci Gilliver
Illustration by Lorna Jameson
When light hangs low
And leaves are still
And the starry brook
Rushes over the hill
No shoes no cloak
She walks the land
And keeps her craft
In her hands
Cow parsley and rowan
Blackthorn and may
She keeps entwined
As night takes day
The rain comes down
Sheets of blue glass
Her feet turn brown
Treading through grass
Her child, her child
Lives in the night
She cannot see him
When it’s light
The air runs cold
The barn owl flies
The trees rush under
The woolly skies