- Published on Saturday, 21 September 2013 11:39
Still and breathless, in the half-light of morning,
Golding the sky the sun brings the dawning –
A new day is born with the gilding of trees
And silence is broken by mornings’ first breeze.
Runny bunny rabbits venture out of their holes,
Kestrels on high search for mice, shrews and voles,
The dance of life begins once more
And follows the rhythm of natural law.
The exotic scent of tall nodding thistles –
Counterbalanced by fierce, thorny prickles.
Warbling skylarks in hovering flight
With long brown tails and wings edged in white.
Small butterflies blue with wings silver-studded
Emerging in sunshine on heather pink-budded,
Protected by ants whose vigilance brings
Security whilst they inflate crumpled wings.
A green tiger beetle searching for prey
Hurries on by in his scuttling way.
A lizard – motionless – eyeing up flies
His grey-brown body in good disguise.
Lost within this world of heather
Time is just a fleeting feather –
Of fire which burns too fast for me
For soon it’s plain for all to see
The brilliance of the noon-day sun
Signals half this day is done.
A sense of weariness now growing,
Homeward, feeling calm and knowing
There’s something about this heathery place
Which leaves me with a smile on my face.