[continuing the series on the months inspired by Eifion Wyn’ series in Welsh] Between the summer lushness and the sleep of winter’s starkness the disarray and scruffiness, the dirtyness and greyness of November weighs heavily upon a mood that’s sinking for the warmth and sunlight’s shrinking, but low and watery sun breaks through the …
[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays:] Our insight into love divine incites to copy love sublime – incentive to be selfless, kind:...