Mabh Savage

I love you

I gasped

Who are you talking to

She says

You know when you hear the bird song

In the middle of the night

And no sign as to what woke the singer

When the tree branches move in the wind

Straining, creaking, groaning against each other

When the hidden laugh comes 

From somewhere dark and bright

When the wind comes

Always at night

When the mist rises from nowhere

Grey and lark-like lingering

Damp like swe