All the wet diamonds of Wales,
slung like light along the hedgerows.

Plaited rivulets of water
glossing down the road,

they splay out, spread and twisted
by twig and mud and lichen.

The Constance Spry arrangement
in a fallen, rotting log:

green moss and fern
and brownshine fallen leaf.

Wet chestnut leaf-mold
rotting by the road

And strings of pearls,
of fairy lights

hanging from bare twigs, bright
against the misty grey December hills.

29/12/06