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?