Nadir

Description

The poem is like breath. The image captured in the clay was a moment along the shore when a tree silhouette burst into life as the crows flew from it.

The poem reads..

Nadir

The arc swings low

The day drains away

Across the steel grey sky

How deep is the sump of winter

Exhale

For before each breath

Lungs must be fully emptied

Swell the chest

And say farewell

To the shortest day of winter.

The framed piece is 44cm x 20cm.