in dew and mist
under layered clouds
penetrated
by the crimson sky
of a new day.
Come on my love
put your boots on
we will be riding
from dawn to dust –
In the stillness
of the mountain air
the distinctive
crackle of dry wood
echoes between the trees.
As I turn to feed the fire
sparks flicker and fly
when the morning
catch of the day
is set upon
the hot coals
of carnal desire
to be continued ...
We woke bathed
in dew and mist
under layered clouds
penetrated
by the crimson sky
of a new day.
Come on my love
put your boots on
we will be riding
from dawn to dust –
The distinctive
crackle of dry wood
echoes between the trees
as I turn to feed the fire
sparks flicker and fly
when the morning
catch of the day
is set upon
the hot coals
of carnal desire
to be continued
