Sunset over the moors

Many evenings my dog barks with clockwork precision,

He harks 'lets walk now against a backdrop of changing skies, whilst we still can!'

As the sun voyages down, we drive to a hillier spot to meet it

My feet step one then another, I'm driven to greet it

Then I stop to marvel at a golden river of light tracing its way across the land

Such a colour show, miraculous yet familiar, may not be for one or even two,

The earth's heartbeat is sentient and steady.

Who savours this sweet spectacle?

Who else carves time for nature's magic roundabout?


Oct 2021