My arrival is slow to wonder
initial disbelief
fading into silver-lined water
the mirror imprint
of Nith’s name a god in glass
becoming grey cloud
in the ether says
BELIEVE BELIEVE.
In the netherworld gloaming birds
shriek BELIEVE BELIEVE:
barnacle geese beat
black and white hearts against Crifell.
As the dark moon starts her slow pull
downward to Invernith
my fingers brush water
and touch a silver hand.
The Cell of Sister Patience 
Brilliant! Shiver down the spine moment x
Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2015 11:47:16 +0000 To: alysonjblack@hotmail.com
In DO Believe in these messages from our Nature Gods….
This is a wonderful poem