A Calm

In the loam, leering in the peat-bogs

north, purple gloaming with the deep

blue of twilight, as the mist dissipates,

settles into sequinned night, conifers

still in the windless valley, eagles sleep.

*

At sea, waterproofed fishermen come in

from the now-ceased rain, put on the kettle

and dry off soaked feet, mountains silhouetting

them, silvered by the moon, curved like a scythe, 

but benign, harmless as the calm sea laps.

*

The distraught northern world turns to night

and starts again as rest recuperates, bringing 

relief to nature, as it breathes in a gentler

wind, time slowing to take in the moment,

as an owl hoots his gratitude in peace.

**

JRTF

28/03/2016