Tangled
Come and come is the seaweed Come and come is the red sea-ware Come is yellow weed, come is tangle Come is food which the wave enwraps. Carmina Gadelica Lamps of the wattles slowly brighten, lengthening the days. And a grey robin calls from the hawthorn hedge, quiet, clear, heart-piercing – the sound of the beginning of the end of winter through every year of my life here, early on when I ...