Treading through the half-light of ivy

and headstone, I see you in the distance

as I'm telling our daughter

about this place, this whole business:

a sister about to be born,

how a life's new gravity suspends in water.

Under the oak, the fallen leaves

are pieces of the tree's jigsaw;

by your father's grave you are pressing acorns

into the shadows to seed.

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The Poetry Book Society recommends

If you enjoy the poetry of Robin Robertson why not try Ink Stone by Jamie McKendrick, Scientific Papers by David Morley and The Man with Night Sweats by Thom Gunn.