December Sun.
White caps on an ocean like thick crystal blossom
coloured when pink broke through cloud cover
and December\'s low sun flooded the gaps.
Dusk ran its gold breeze through cliff-top heather,
ruffled small harebells and blushed to russet
small tufts of tough storm-beaten grasses.
Naught hit my ears with more wonder than there
hearing riled waves crack on granite as sunset
ushered gull-flight to safer roost passage.
Wind still smacking stone I headed homeward as
sudden gloaming spilled Night\'s red blood over
last blue so Day could draw blinds to relax.