David Anthony

(Lt. William Charles Wynn, 1873-1916, 4th Baron Newborough, whose grave overlooks the Vale of Ffestiniog in North Wales) I’d perch beside your gravestone years ago, a boy who thought you old at forty-three. I knew you loved this quiet place, like me. We’d gaze towards Maentwrog far . . . . Continue Reading »

(Lt. William Charles Wynn, 1873-1916, 4th Baron Newborough, whose grave overlooks the Vale of Ffestiniog in North Wales) I’d perch beside your gravestone years ago, a boy who thought you old at forty-three. I knew you loved this quiet place, like me. We’d gaze towards Maentwrog far below, . . . . Continue Reading »

Yesterday stealing from the sun dandelions lit the shaded path briefly. Now they’re gone. Hurry through faded meadows while light still holds. Days grow shorter; how quickly evening comes. Stirred to rise by a falling foot, feathered seeds graceful on the breeze drift towards the dawn. . . . . Continue Reading »