Heidi Gallacher
For years have tides returned to shore
and starlings flown in wide formation,
reeds and mosses grown galore
and rivers crossed this sweet location.
For centuries has strange light glimmered,
dawn through sunset, changing hue
Sun o’er fertile fields has shimmered
Reens aglow while curlews flew.
For eons, with relentless power
have waters bled their silt and clay
creating muds, upon which flower
soft meadowsweet, in disarray.
Through time have blown the winds, defeating
Branches, bowed, sweep o’er the floor.
Nature’s laws, so seldom fleeting,
across this landscape, will endure.