bio - Gareth lives in N Wales, he is an aspiring writer who hopes one day to achieve something with the pen.
WINTER SOLITUDE
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.
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