Sunrise, Bollin Valley

I am in Bollin Valley feeling, like my surroundings, sleepy and damp!

I came here as a kid, my memories are made of this;

Alive to detail now my life has accrued its own.

And this eerie light  is amassing and flattening itself,

As I do, along an earthly line on mid-distant wood

Its central expanding point spreads recognition

Outwards, suddenly snapping on like one of those new energy savings bulbs

And the whiteish noise greets the pure-whitening light

With detailed harmonies of individual birds realising

They are no longer brotherhood, but me! me! me!

And soon fingers of soft Bollin water align with the glow

To join airy friends practising scales on dark

And light tinkling peaks of shushhhinggg water

Wake up burdened grass that tickles my nose –

As it shakes green pacamacs free

Of glassbead dew  - and blades spring at my eye in relief and release,

Jerking my head to complete God’s domino effect,, ha! ha! ha!