Old cottages with colour spilling over walls
Blackberries ripening –
Sodden fields where doe-eyed cows
study me as they chew.
On a thousand year old track
under a million year old hill.
On tarmac, pebble, mud and grass
and cross puddles on stones
and streams on wooden bridges.
Sunlight glinting on green and speckled leaves
and try to catch one as it falls.
a tractor idling
My hot coffee
and later, a cold ice-cream.
My feet are damp, my heart is warm and dry,
I am in awe of these ordinary things
just footsteps from my door
which are in truth, incredible.