New red wellies
and a paradise of puddles.
Watching the water drop like shiny glass beads,
as vivid as time lapse.
My dog meeting me from school
cosying into her kennel
Smelling of straw and warm puppies.
a couple of old doors
leaning against the back of the shed.
but of course the secret
was only in my soul.
Playing in the pain cold stream,
The flash of an eel,
a caddis fly in her clever little house,
made of a hundred colourful stones.
Such brief visions
but I can hear,
smell, touch and feel them today
as clearly and magically as I did then.
Dolfach, Mid Wales