A New Year's Gift: Poem for a New Year By Matt Goodfellow

Poem for a New YearBy Matt GoodfellowSomething’s moving in,I hear the weather in the wind,sense the tension of a sheep-fieldand the pilgrimage of fins. Something’s not the same,I taste the sap and feel the grain,hear the rolling of the rowanringing, singing in a change.Something’s set to start,there’s meadow-music in the darkand the clouds that shroud the mountainslowly, softly start to part. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.