Little Light 2

In the darkest hours
The lightest glimmer
Is enough to show the way.
On our journey recollect
That moment in the lane
At twilight after dew fall,
Where dampness under perfume
Intensely softens every sense
And darkness magnifies the scents
That day makes dusty and diminishes.

So we go in snuffle mode,
Tasting damp nettles
And bruised wild rose,
Brushing blackthorn
And pine perfumed larch
So pause to savour
Those gems of sensuous droplets
That we treasure
Hidden in our own ecstasy of dark.

JL Dec 4. 14:51