Published:
4 Feb 2016
Wild moment: Alison Wright
The moon over Birnam Hill
Salmon somersault upstream
Dark water glides silently past
A molten mass, caressing my mind
The moon hangs hazy over
Birnam Hill, disguised as a cloud
A misty shroud, of sun cast pinks and blues
I sit in spirals of heart-shaped leaves
My body breathes, the crisp October night