time wraps itself
warm as the Christmas coat
chosen for me
the wild weather
sings in my heart
and the gulls cry
the perfect hat
the perfect day
not just that day
but the next
and the one
that followed after.
time strung across
red bracken
grey winter light
and
starlings in the heavens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem