a grain of sand
drips
in the hourglass
of the morning dew
on the blades
of the new
grass.
an angel welcomes
a day.
rainbows of gold
spun
from webs and weavers
from songs,
of celestial cities,
dragon’s breath
and kissing.
tall trees, woolly waters
sailing ships like ghosts.
old tyres, new calves,
lines of force
wrap hills.
Colour fades
immortal sunset.
Rest
assured
Night is falling.
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