Between melting and freezing
The soul’s sap quivers.
At this
The darkest time
I think of ancient lunar engravings
At Knowth, County Meath.
(Looking up they saw in the night sky
Phases of the moon)
I remember meeting Seamus Heaney
At a reading in Dublin
How he inscribed
The title page of his book
“Shine the light”
Sending me home on wings.
—–
Epiphany morning.
A bright day promised.
Twig shadows
On the bedroom wall.
Delayed awhile
In the afternoon
(Small commitments
Mundane tasks)
But managed a walk
Before sunset.
Saw the first snowdrops
Rooks hankering home.