Clear sunrise pink

Breathing sky

moves the colours of memory

increased shading here

burnt umber   the

delight 

Of perception

melancholic

Is it that we 

                                               just survived, 

enough today?

a walled garden

women dance 

             strange lament

fall and rise in time

the bee’s hum

and the ground vibrates

when you lie flat on the grass

Ancestral 

Rotting pile

Crumbling glorious

shadowy traces

Of previous lives all humming together

The granite crags speak of time, peer out from behind corners 

of lichen language 

Footprints line the ridge

Don’t look down today they say.