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 just here
and silently ponder
just sitting here
taking stock
just sitting here
on this cold rock
