The Morning Stock-Take

the dawn that rises

turquoise blue

above the cold

clear moorland dew

above the valley

mists blush rose

and the early sun

low in the sky glows

on ambered rocks

just sitting here

watching the valley

so slowly clear

petals of rose mist

slowly unfurling

evaporate as

slowly curling

they twist into

the vast blue yonder

while I sit justĀ here

and silently ponder

just sitting here

taking stock

just sitting here

on this cold rock