Leap Day
Five
and twenty past the hour
on
a non-existent day
without
a season.
An
early evening rainstorm
chases
molten silver mullions
down
each westward-facing window.
For
a while I watch it claw
the
warp and weft of beaded gauze
blinding
a scenery of tarmac, concrete, cloud.
There
are landscapes in the rainlight:
glassy
worlds meander
in
a random stream,
encircle
tumuli and earthworks
of
a long-forgotten past;
snail
trails
becoming
frosted footpaths
over
empty, unlit hills
from
which a people with our faces
traced
the swathes of ancient stars,
augurs
of when to sow and reap.
I
cannot wrap myself in their dreams,
only
recognise and keep
a
thread of memory
to
make this weave complete.
©Deborah Harvey 2011
My poetry collection, 'Communion', published by Indigo Dreams, £6.99 is available from the Indigo Dreams website, Amazon, W H Smith on line and all good independent bookshops. A selection of my poems are available to read here.
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