Jackdaw Days



Gigantic northern sky leans down

With full-silver wind-weighted clouds

On heather’d hilltop and fairy flag slopes.

Light is leaving, kidnapping colours;

Rain is coming to change the land:

Heaven and soul-sea’s ebb and flow.

If I’m not here when you awake,

Forgive me, I pray, for I’ve

Gone to have my jackdaw days.