(With apologies to Henry Reed)
Today is the second day of spring.
We have snow. Tomorrow morning
we will have more snow. We have to
think about living without power.
The sun shines on glistening snow drifts
and today is the second day of spring.
Today is the third day of spring.
Work clearing the path makes
us warm. A shower would be nice,
but a shower needs power, which
in our case we have not got.
Snow sculptures line the lanes.
Yet today is the third day of spring.
Webs of Stone
Drystone walls; marking
the history of the land
in webs of stone.
Crafted by dykers’ hands
to mark how land is owned.
Falling now in lines,
resembling broken bones.
Waiting, for the time
the dykers’ skill returns.
Copyright © Anne Dunford 2013
Since moving to Wigtownshire in 2002, Anne’s poems have appeared in various publications including Markings, Southlight, Fankle and, more recently, the anthology Heart Shoots published by Indigo Dreams.