Breathing rocks

At six o’clock, as the week folded its wings into the weekend,

the rain swept down – hurried, lightly – like a veil in the wind.

This is when the mountain is turned into a jewellery box,

and every leaf, branch and flower

is draped in diamonds and sapphires and crystals.

But the magic that flings itself forward –

that makes me gasp at their beauty,

are simply two rocks,

breathing in the light of the setting sun.