Woodland Mile

Woodland Mile
Form: Gwawdodyn Byr

This time of year as the season’s change
And winter’s reach seems to disarrange
Sunshine so strange as it deceives the eye
It is not so warm out here on the range
Days are longer and the nights get short
Life returns and wild things now court
A love’s consort among the budding trees
And yellow daffodils outside the fort
My willow tree holds her hints of green
Above the swollen white rushing stream
New tendrils dream; too soon for them to trail
The cool flowing waters beneath her beam
But still I’ll sit here with her a while
At her peace within the woodland mile
Perhaps I feel her smile as seasons turn
To the earth’s rebirth in the springtime style