John Fairfax

“On the land an oak will grow
On a bough an owl may stand
From lasting cloud a rain will fall
Upon the earth to water seed.

Each to each returns its need
To act upon the other's call
No locking ring may stay the hand
Nor halt the seasons as they flow.

- Little Song”
― John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin

“Outside november night gathers
With a harmony of autumn leaves
Blown down a wind.

Quietly by the fire Taliesin
Humming from within his closing hood
Places the seeing child on to a chair.

And the glowing head is clothed
In a vestment with bright
Colours spreading.

Together two voices rise
Until at the end of breath one soars
And one falls away......echoing.

- Circle of Gold”
― John Fairfax, Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin