when the light shifts

when the light shifts
when the light shifts
countless trembling
raindrops on birch twigs
fade to a clarity that seems
the temper of the day
until light returns
to the shining tree

when a breeze blows
through grasses or branches
light touches the harp
there are no witnesses
only musicians, dancers
Thomas A. Clark

from Yellow & Blue (Carcanet Press, 2014)

Reproduced by permission of the author.

Thomas A. Clark

The poetry of Thomas A. Clark has been consistently attentive to form and to the experience of walking in the landscape, returning again and again to the lonely terrain of the Highlands and Islands.



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