dog rolling dart on the grass
beside the first daffodils
of the year
this spring evening
blue estuary light
vast empty sky
trying to talk
we can only laugh and point –
sun glinting on the loch
that old/new
smell of fresh
cut grass
morning meditation
clouds lift clear
from the mountain top
sunlight through stained glass
fragrances of oranges
the sound of a bell
the flowering pant nods
acknowledging
my gaze
By: Alan Spence
From: Seasons of the Heart Published Canongate.net