Close to the wild

From our window
We see them the high peaks away
Wildness apparent
Almost every day
Close to the wild woods
Where wild sounds exist
The stoat and the fox
Faces lost in the mist
They may peer at your window
Under the moon
That swims in the heavens
As a Stevie Nicks tune
Plays on the tellie
Stevie is here
Beaming into your living room
Top hat, it’s clear
A wonderful closeup
Better than being
With her she
Sings in your house
Rhythmic shadows embrace
Ear drops of silver and soul
This is Awelfa close to the mountains
With the nights and the lights in control.