Uploaded June 2025 | Updated September 2026, 15 hours ago
"Dyma gerdd a gomisiynwyd pan on i’n Fardd Cenedlaethgol Cymru, yn dilyn cyhoeddioad gan ein Llywodraeth ni bod nhw am blannu tair coedlan goffa i gofio am y rhai a gollwyd yn ystod Covid."
Dod at ein coed
16.3.20 – 16.3.21
Beth yw ein dyddiau ond cawod dail?
A llynedd yn hydref affwysol o hir…
Heddiw mae heulwen lem
yr heb-fod-eto gwanwyn
yn gwynnu sgerbydau’r bedw
yn erbyn awyr boenus o las.
A down yma,
gan sathru clicied y manfrigau…
ac yna, ymlonyddu,
gan anadlu hefo’r coed…
Bydd deilen yn disgyn;
yn troelli a fflantio;
a ninnau’n ymuno, gan bwyll, yn ei chylchoedd,
nes nofio mewn atgofion.
Gallwn ail-gyfannu yma,
lle mae’r ffin yn denau
rhwng gwreiddiau’r pridd, a brigau’r gwynt,
rhwng corff ac enaid…
A bydd y derw cyn hir
yn hwylio’r tymhorau,
yn taenu’u gogoniant
drwy’r eglwysi gwyrdd,
yn gogrwn haul
i’r cysgodion islaw.
A’n galar yn gwisgo lliwiau newydd,
am fod rhaid...
"This poem was commissioned when I was National Poet of Wales following an announcement by the Welsh government that they were going to plant three commemorative woodlands in memory of those who had been lost during Covid."
Tree sensibility
16.3.20 – 16.3.21
What are our lives, but showers of leaves?
And last year an autumn, grindingly long…
Today, sharp sunlight
of not-quite-spring
bleaches birch skeletons
against a sky painfully blue.
And we come here,
trampling the triggers of fallen twigs...
then, we grow still,
as we breathe with the trees…
A leaf will fall;
twisting and flaunting;
we join its orbits gently,
swimming in memories.
We can be made whole
here, in this ‘thin place’,
between clay-bound roots and wind-bound boughs,
between body and soul…
And the oaks will soon
sail on their seasons,
unfurling their glory
through churches of green,
sieving the sun
into the shadows below,
and our grief will wear new colours,
as it must…
Part of the CIALL-supported "Extensions" initiative with Island Voices/Guthan nan Eilean.
Full information here: guthan.wordpress.com/2025/06/23/ifor-ap-glyn-welshman-from-london
"Dyma gerdd a gomisiynwyd pan on i’n Fardd Cenedlaethgol Cymru, yn dilyn cyhoeddioad gan ein Llywodraeth ni bod nhw am blannu tair coedlan goffa i gofio am y rhai a gollwyd yn ystod Covid."
Dod at ein coed
16.3.20 – 16.3.21
Beth yw ein dyddiau ond cawod dail?
A llynedd yn hydref affwysol o hir…
Heddiw mae heulwen lem
yr heb-fod-eto gwanwyn
yn gwynnu sgerbydau’r bedw
yn erbyn awyr boenus o las.
A down yma,
gan sathru clicied y manfrigau…
ac yna, ymlonyddu,
gan anadlu hefo’r coed…
Bydd deilen yn disgyn;
yn troelli a fflantio;
a ninnau’n ymuno, gan bwyll, yn ei chylchoedd,
nes nofio mewn atgofion.
Gallwn ail-gyfannu yma,
lle mae’r ffin yn denau
rhwng gwreiddiau’r pridd, a brigau’r gwynt,
rhwng corff ac enaid…
A bydd y derw cyn hir
yn hwylio’r tymhorau,
yn taenu’u gogoniant
drwy’r eglwysi gwyrdd,
yn gogrwn haul
i’r cysgodion islaw.
A’n galar yn gwisgo lliwiau newydd,
am fod rhaid...
"This poem was commissioned when I was National Poet of Wales following an announcement by the Welsh government that they were going to plant three commemorative woodlands in memory of those who had been lost during Covid."
Tree sensibility
16.3.20 – 16.3.21
What are our lives, but showers of leaves?
And last year an autumn, grindingly long…
Today, sharp sunlight
of not-quite-spring
bleaches birch skeletons
against a sky painfully blue.
And we come here,
trampling the triggers of fallen twigs...
then, we grow still,
as we breathe with the trees…
A leaf will fall;
twisting and flaunting;
we join its orbits gently,
swimming in memories.
We can be made whole
here, in this ‘thin place’,
between clay-bound roots and wind-bound boughs,
between body and soul…
And the oaks will soon
sail on their seasons,
unfurling their glory
through churches of green,
sieving the sun
into the shadows below,
and our grief will wear new colours,
as it must…
Part of the CIALL-supported "Extensions" initiative with Island Voices/Guthan nan Eilean.
Full information here: guthan.wordpress.com/2025/06/23/ifor-ap-glyn-welshman-from-london
