north light

4am glow of the numbers on the clock crawling towards morning

supermarket trollies in the rough ground by the stream so much purple loosestrife

out for a sandwich once again this young rabbit watching on the path

the way back from Lidl counting six red spots on the wings of a burnet moth

looking skywards for the hint of a poem the outline of the wings of a gull

slowing down for an unknown bird nothing but the white on black of a magpie

soft grey waters of the Clyde the clatter of the gangplank for the morning boat

still waters of the Clyde the wingtips of the cormorants barely skimming the surface

low level cloud the flash of white on the wings of a guillemot

evening crossing the sky over Arran the way the heart swells with gratitude

evening boat the outlines of the hills beyond the mist at the Holy Loch