Silver light
From a veiled silver sun
The east a pool of silver light
A mackerel sky
The horizon a silver sea
And I dream that I was there
With silver waves
washing the shingle
Hushing the piping waders
On the rocks
I'm woken by the music
Of a hundred geese
Circling the black lake
Flying
And meadow pipits
in tinkling clouds
Sprinkling pipit music
Like little showers
On the moor.
#CoSopoetry