Rose gold rising, the sun
edges its way into the
meandering water;
begins its slow-motion
leap cròssing the valley.
Crossing the river in
early morning to play
on the downs; in the tree
canopies where my heart
dances in the shadows
of flickering woodland,
dances and yearns for the
secrets and mysteries
shimmering through the green;
before slipping into
the unseen sea lapping
below the horizon,
out of sight, but never
not part of my journey.