Evenings at this time of year can be magic. We are framed in stillness,listening to
sounds of birds settling, watching the swift change of light, aware of the quiet earth …
FAINT ON THE SKY
a whisper of sound
passes like smoke
from one hill to the next 
where I catch
catch the fall of evening
paint it on the lake
watch colours smooth each ripple
here I am reflected
on the western edge
framed by bulrushes
a mallard ebbs
into shadow
a minnow frightens
the last ripple
I steal into cold
listening
to the slip of water
about my feet
the brush of wind in reeds
the crackle of starlight
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
1960willowtree 