A Moment.

That moment when I saw
the few remaining leaves on skeletal winter trees,
the tiny sunlit break in wind blown scattering clouds,
the ripples on the water as they dispersed ever outwards,
the shafts of light upon damp,dark newly ploughed fields,
the first soft flakes of snow falling from a leaden grey sky,
the flock of wheeling birds across a wide sandy estuary,
the sunlight racing over the purple heather hill,
all became mine,
in that moment in time.

That moment when I heard
the deafening roar of waves on a pebble beach
the first spring call of the returning Cuckoo
the patter of winter rain on window frames
the crisp sound of walking on fallen autumn leaves
the screams of Swifts as they race across a blue summer sky
the soft squeaky scrunch of footsteps in virgin snow
the ascending burble of a Skylark above a golden field
all became mine,
in that moment in time.