Above it all, that peevish tone,
Sinuous, adroit,
Whispering what we forget:
“Come rain, come shine
I am here
Come bud, come bone
I am here
Come dearth, come foison
I am here too
O learn my harmonies, my
Ruthlessness, my
Change”
(Sue Harper)
Read Poetry: Descant, by Sue Harper
WILDsound Festival 