‘Capel Curig’ a poem by Terry Mart

‘Capel Curig’ by Terry Mart

Capel Curig

These leaves fall, the year’s ending.
As acorns hit the roof, bouncing off,
The wind’s from the West,
Princes of Gwynedd clasp their cloaks. 
This oak birthed again last Spring
Its sinuous branches warbled and chiffed
Yet more eggs to lay.

Hills behind are shabby, scabbed and scarred
According to one miopic reading…or way of speaking 
But abundantly Quirky. ‘Lie by my side’ they say 
The oak rests its head, closes its eyes.
There is variable cloud today which
Drifts, laced along the cwm.

Behind all this, Taurid comet Encke rains its meteors
Submits to a tidal force breaking 
On the shore of Siabod, as an Evensong.
A bird shifts through the days of the trees
To its night-quarters, with:
‘A new heaven and a new earth’ emblazoned on its wings.

St. Cerrig reads the prophet: ‘Days as trees’* he says.

*(Isaiah 65:22).