Beatitude

tramping clouds,

driven by cold, winter winds

scuttle over rolling

low delta hills,

casting moon-shadows,

impasto over dark grass

and glittering waters;

but high above

the tormented Earth,

beyond the passionate chaos

of cloud and wind,

the bloodless moon sheds

pure light

into black space,

and, enraptured,

gazes

on the unseen sun.

(24 March 2014)