26 August – Chasing purple

The news is in, the heather’s out
so we drive to the tops to see
the fresh made purple hill-waves
of the deep, wide moorland sea.
Vast expanses painted in flower
stretch blooms to the edge of sight,
entrancing even those familiar
with this annual summer delight.
I try to hold it in memory,
dales dyed their best for the country shows,
but can’t recapture top of the world splendour
once I’m back in the valley below.
I wish it would last forever
but then it wouldn’t be the same,
I couldn’t chase its beauty
in a yearly fleeting game.
So I’ll just cherish this moment,
breathe deep the brief lilac haze,
and console myself when it goes over,
it will return again to re-amaze.