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
