Shimmer, flutter, quiver,
Fine habotai silk leaves
in the north westerly.
This midsummer,
you are everywhere, dancing
holding fledged starlings in your hands
as my heart slides into the ocean
exquisite, always with the darkness
there is your light
always with the not knowing
is the opening click of the playground gate,
job done…Aspen
the voice of your spirit
whispers a message of eternal love.
Viv Grant ©
Poetry inspired by the Quantock Hills of Somerset, GPS-located into the Quantocks
Quantock Poetry Trail 