A veiled sun casts
Dim shadows before me.
Peaceful air,
Warm to the touch
Blackbirds entwine
Their silver song
Around a silver morning
Tall foxgloves nod, and
Guide their sighing bees
Through scent and spice
To secret spaces
Sweet and sacred.
The spirit of the moors
Leads me down
Flows like quicksilver
Over trickling water
Into the glimmering sky.
#CoSopoetry