Lightfoot

I wore a frown upon my brow,

The winter had cast a pawl,

Carried each anxiety,

To counsel in the dawn.

Came a burst from crowded earth,

In these meadows of my youth,

The hare's feet upon the beat,

I felt I knew the tune.

Lightfoot rising off the furze,

The hammer on the fold,

Heels that spite the stubborn earth,

And eyes of amber-gold.

Lightfoot rising off the furze,

The hammer on the dew,

May your heart fly ever free,

For my heart flies in you.

A shadow thin, she raced the wind,

And wove the night through day,

And where she split the brittle mists,

They wreathed her hide in flame.

Such a sight puts fear to flight,

It answers hope and hurt,

And darkness bound to darkness found,

Is anchored in the earth.

Must every meadow turn to stone

And never know your flash and dart?

You are no breaker of your faith,

You shake the heart, you sudden start