POEM FOR A NEW YEAR Matt Goodfellow Something’s moving in, I hear the weather in the wind, sense the tension of a sheep-field and the pilgrimage of fins. Something’s not the same, I taste the sap and feel the grain, hear the rolling of the rowan ringing, singing in a change. Something’s set to start, there’s meadow-music in the dark and the clouds that shroud the mountain slowly, softly start to part. (from A Poem for Every Day of the Year)
(My thanks to Matt Goodfellow, via Selvedge.org.)
The Gentle Nudge
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Reminded me of the feeling I get at the beginning of the song "Tonight, Tonight" from West Side Story!
Thank you for this beautiful poem!