Rural Symphony

A RURAL SYMPHONY

walking past our garden gate the distant sound of song

rolls in wave-like floats in cloud-like pours in rain-like floods in tear-like

builds up castle-like crumbles, dreamlike until I struggle to recall

perhaps imagined all along

walking past our garden gate the clouds, the rain, the tears our house of regal wooden logs

and it was 30 years ago that songs were sung in it and kisses interrupted words and fingers locked to fix in place the latch the shout the gaze the want that wrote our song

pattern: Rural Symphony Pullover yarn: Honer och Eir Nutiden, held double models: Isabel & Sean McGranaghan words & knits: Ailbíona McLochlainn