7 August – Shifting skies

Sitting out late, enjoying the light
and the delicate breeze of approaching night.
The fire pit blazes and up in the skies
a feathery cloud blanket lies.
All feels protected, charmed – at peace,
we listen and look, resting in ease.
Then there among the blue and gold,
the evening shivers in more cold,
and sure enough the blanket shifts
into tiny cloud-seeds that start to drift,
like a dandelion clock blowing on the wind
with time to waste and tales to spin.
And all of this beauty whispers to me,
“time for bed dear heart, time to sleep”.

7 August - Shifting skies