Life on the River: Here in the calendar’s dark days,I can only sing my strange songsOf love and my faith in the tides,The way the year sweeps us backAnd over, rolling us through Time’sUnderbelly and all the high Heavens.Whatever delight or despair crashesThrough this tired heart,I’ll sing it now.

Monday, 15 January 2024

Here in the calendar’s dark days,I can only sing my strange songsOf love and my faith in the tides,The way the year sweeps us backAnd over, rolling us through Time’sUnderbelly and all the high Heavens.Whatever delight or despair crashesThrough this tired heart,I’ll sing it now.