The heavens opened last night
The storm-wracked road
Is littered by the flow of moor
Pebble-strewn and muddy.
Thunder-clear air
Grey and cool
The sparky flint of petrichor
Lingering.
Stone and water
Storm dissolving
Scents of earth descending
Down towards the valley
Falling
Seven Curlew calling
Like the seven stars shining
So close I can see your light
Feel it lift my skywards
Up to where the skylarks sing
#CoSopoetry