A whispered refrain
Mournful on summer mornings
Wind through the reed beds
Reeds
Category: Poetry
You Make My Summer
It isn’t the sun
Or even the sea and sand
You make my summer
Sunset
Darkness descending.
Colours fading into black.
Good night, beautiful.
Lliwiau’n troi yn ddu
Tywyllwch nawr yn disgyn
Nos da fy nghariad
Edrych ‘nol
Gwylio’r gorffennol
Dim ond os dysgwn ganddo
Mae e’n werthfawr
Looking Back
Looking at the past
Is only valuable
If we learn from it
Edrych ‘nol
Gwylio’r gorffennol
Dim ond os dysgwn ganddo
Mae e’n werthfawr
