Friday, January 24, 2014

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.

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