My spectral friend
Lights a dark sky
With seven colours
A portal to the wonders
All the way
From Sleepy Lowe
To the Mist stone
And the Curlew rises
Close to me
Calling wild and high
And the hare rises
From the green
Wild amber in her eye
And irises blow
in the warm west wind
In prayers of blue and gold
#CoSopoetry