equinox, dawn, from West Penwith

blue day
bright light on the sweep of Mount's Bay, the red trawler –
bright light, the chirr of the wren
her diminishing stanzas

bright day
blue light as far as the eye, the ear –
blue light on the land
her stretched-out foreverness

blue light
bright day and something akin to prayer stirs and emerges
bright day, and the gull's cry takes it –
we climb into blue-on-blue air...




© Roselle Angwin, 20.3.2013