Call of the Welsh countryside

My dream of you Woke me today. I couldn’t stay sleeping Curled up under the covers Drifting away. But now I’m sat here Feeling the pull. Being drawn and Sucked in By this want for you.

From the kitchen window, I remember

You would have loved it here in the early mornings – it’s December now, the frost is on the ground, on the rooftops, making trees glisten. The fields in the distance sparkle in the morning rays and, in the estuary below, the tide has gone out, so all across the mudflats there are ribbons of…