From my clifftop perch 

Scanning the terrain below 

For a sign of life 

Hot sparks burn bright trails 

Like the stars shooting above 

And a child’s joy

Streams of golden air

Edging dry seed heads in light

We fade in darkness 

Tell your own story

With what you find around you

Tell it for yourself 

Mellow August light

Lying low on the common 

Nestle down sunshine 

Though my star wanders

Explores celestial realms 

I am not yet lost

Yesterday is gone

A place we can’t go back to

Water flows downstream 

In distant twilight 

A tawny owl hunting low 

Should have stayed at home 

Watching distant hills

From the darkness of my will

I wander them still