A gentle morning
Soft-lit, silver-grey and clear
All the bright colours
Of glorious summer
Fading to sepia
Little rubies
Shining in the thorn
Winter thrushes arrived last night
And are chuckling in their treasure.
I've been up this hill
A thousand times and more.
Not once
have I thought it
Easy.
This exacting measure
Is far surpassed by its reward.
#CoSopoetry