
Islay's Scotland
Drymen, Stirlingshire, a year ago this week

Snow
Gerard Rochford's February poem
Snow…
…falls as itself and as itself it lies,
covering the seasons of my age,
the lost loves and the true loves
deep in time.
And every singular flake contains
the infinite creativity of its god.
How frail this mirror held to vanity,
telling me nothing I don't already know,
the insignificance of a life at ebb,
those drifted years…
Gerard lives in Aberdeen. He is the Scottish Review's Makar and contributes a poem each month. Publications include: 'Failing Light' and 'Of Love
and Water'


07.02.12
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