Black Mountain Tower
raises its hand, 
claiming clear air from

low cloud smudge left
by yesterday's rain.
but the sun is distracted

long flamboyant arm
chooses a flock of birds,
their timeless endeavour -

sky-tiny and intrinsic -
refugees from light to light.
perhaps this is how 

the world will end -
a triumphant sparkle
and autumn’s flash,

colours unsink the grey

13 thoughts on “Beauty

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