Wintering

If I close my eyes I can picture him
flitting the hedgerow for splints
or a rib of wood to kindle the fire,

or reading the snow for whatever
it was that came out of the trees
and circled the house in the night;

if I listen I can hear him out
in the kitchen, scudding potatoes,
calling the cat in; if I breathe

I can smell the ghost of a fire,
a burning of leaves that would fizz
in the mizzle before snow.

There is in this house now
a stillness of cat fur and boxes,
of photographs, paperbacks, waste-

paper baskets; a lifetime
of things that I've come here
to winter or to burn.

There is in this world one snow fall.
Everything else is just weather.


from Ground Water (Bloodaxe, 2004), © Matthew Hollis 2004, used by permission of the author and Bloodaxe Books.

Recordings

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1Wintering

2The Orchard Underwater

3Clearance

4The Fielder

5The Small Rain Down Can Rain

6The River Drivers

7Nymph

8Winter Break

9'not even the leaves'

10Skin Contact

11In you more than you

12Hi-Fidelity

13The Sour House

14Isostasy

15It Rains During the Night

16Sandwriting

17And let us say

18Harwonder

19Blink

20Two Kinds

21Wake

22Here Are Some Words

23Election

24Fake

25Making a Killing

26One Man Went to Mow

27Our Father

28The Wash

27Passing Place

30The Stoneman

31One

Books by Matthew Hollis