An Husor Bughes

 My a skrifas geryow finek an bardhonek ma nans yw teyr bledhen, ha hevlena my a vynnas y worfenna avel darn kowel. I wrote the last few lines of this poem three years ago, and this year I wanted to finish off the whole piece. Nos Galan An jydh re hedhis unn weyth finek rag pols ynter anal ha koskik, Pan dhiwwynk dewlagas skwithys  ow mires orth hunros hwansus, Y hwilons styr nowyth an dordro ow mones yn sowdhan kammdro. Yma dhedha seghyer ankveys, possa gen pub dydh tremenys. Pystyon a vynn kastya'n Kalan yn-mysk glyttrans an owr honan. Korf gwiskys an diwettha our Na fors an mall po naghans pur . An bys a lagatt orth y vejeth Ha gwaytyans an steronydhieth Rag an howl a sedh orth diwedh jorna,  ha bledhen nowyth a sav y'n bora... New Year's Eve The day has stopped one final time for a moment between breath and sleep, When tired eyes blink looking at a chanced dream, The search new meaning in the Earth's turn Veering off as they go. They carry with them forgotten baggag

Treweythyow pan vo hi yeyn ha tewl, yth yw kales dhe berthi kov a dhiwedh an gwav. An nos hir a yll agan synsi yn fest ha pell a'gan syght yw dydhyow tomm an hav.  Sometimes when it's cold and dark, it's hard to remember that the winter will end. The long night can hold us tightly and the warm days of summer are far from our sight.   Erghnos Kudh an mostedhes Ha gwakha pub liw Ny welir an fowt A-bervedh y'm bew Hedh tickya'n klock Nyns eus us vyth A besies kablus Nevra na hedhvydh Mir orthiv yn tall Yn avlavar heglow Krack stummys an ergh Yn-dann an gwynsow Gort genev kerensa A borth kov ker Amm tomm dha anal Ow rewa y'n ayr Ny vynnav vy gasa An salowder fell Rag kur ow bewnans Yw an merwel   Snow Night Hide the dirt and drain all colour Don't see the flaws of my life Stop the clock's ticking There is no use To accusing fingers which will never stop Look at me blindly Mutely resonating The gnarled crunch of snow Beneath the wind Stay with me love Bearing