Tintern Sojourn

It would be enough to spend the day facilitating poetry in an ancient, sprawling house just outside Monmouth. Great to read your own poems and sell a few books too.  

But this morning the universe laid on frost, daybreak, ruins, a river, crows and jackdaws too. 

I stopped off at Tintern Abbey six weeks ago on my way up to Stratford-Upon-Avon to see 'The Witch of Edmonton', when Autumn was swinging through the trees like an orangutan.  Now it's winter with big frost-furry knobs on.  

A short distance upstream, in the car park of the Moon and Sixpence, mist lifted off the surface of the Wye. 

So six weeks, not five years.  And kind of just less than half a mile above Tintern Abbey, rather than a few.  Even so 

... with an eye made quiet by the power

Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,

We see into the life of things.