Dug up stone a skull
memorial to the mines,
hollows below Waun.
*****
They see only bog.
I see wild flower meadow :
seeds of future slow.
*****
After winter rain
the bulbs' leaves already rising,
frost-bitten fingers.
*****
Heddiw, mae'r fran wen
yn byw yn y cymylau ;
ysgwd adenydd.
*****
Square seat waits for sun,
willow is its aerial :
broadcasting of light.
*****
Under the wild grass
seams thick with stories of past :
welcome them in dreams.
*****
Bydd y mieri
yn aildyfu, y gwreiddiau
mor gryf ag hanes.
*****
Rings of years within
the oak, branches embracing
whatever sky brings.
Nodyn - to bach ar y gair 'fran'
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