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Written in Garmisch in the Bavarian Alps in February 2014.

This was originally two short poems - but I realised they were actually one longer one.

While the Glacier Melts

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse25 Feb 2014

A splinter of crescent moon sets
Between chiselled peaks
As stark sun picks out torrents
Of liquid light.

They shuffle ahead, inner hands entwined,
Outer clutching sticks:
Birch and pine coldly shade their
Broad, level track,

She sings him old-child songs;
The Alpspitze soars
Across the valley, but his wits
Wander other paths.