Saturday Notes

Saturday Notes
At Trigonos 

The mooch and chunter of stream –
going with the song of things.
A quibble of colours on the hillside.

By the lake, a bench dissolves –
we gather berries and logs for fire.

Breath everywhere – big-eyed daisies.
The worded gate says “go beyond”.
A robin sings in the Rowan tree, while
beyond the valley, life lives its Saturday.

A fallen tree trunk bridges the gap -
seven steps of a silver trail.
A snail paces itself against the light.

This empty house waits for its people.



Written together at Trigonos 

Fiona Owen & Eileen Dewhurst

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