bio - Gareth lives in N Wales, he is an aspiring writer who hopes one day to achieve something with the pen.
The lonely field has at last come alive
emerging spring starts to dance.
I see their bodies like graders over
a head, shaving away the winter growth.
The lonely field that had sat in the dark
now starts to burst with every sinew.
Dash and flight, figure skating curves,
their arc shaped wings, ride the high sun.
My hands were tame, but have now woken up.
The deep sullen that had stitched up my tilth,
finally unzipped by their wings of spring.
I am not alone anymore, anymore.