As morning trembles on the edge of time we
sit on bent grass and wind-dried heather
tracing the coming of dawn.
Like eyes each disc of light assails in-coming
shoreline to scatter shadows in wavelets
as a high tide approaches.
Pulsates now with power to burst forth in
fleeting showers of diamanté shine it bows
to beauty's glorious Source.
I meanwhile find my mind's memory filled
with awe and wish for everyone living this
humbling cliff-top experience.
We all applaud the day's colourful display
of unbroken performance as light's palest
first rays welcome the sun.
