She wandered down the leafy lane
And into the village of Rhossili
Past the car park on the hill
And sat outside a café having tea.
She waited for the hour to pass
By until the sky kissed the sea,
And waiting for the right moment
To capture the image forever free.
She stood by the edge of Oxwich wood
Looking all about her. The sun
Emptied its warmth glowing behind,
The field with trees echoed back
As light and shade fought each other
To win the battle of composure of
Golden leaf delicately balanced
On the bough seeped with green
Foliage. She waited, waited until
The moment was right. Perfect.
There, the flash of brilliance
She captured the image forever.
An image that lasted for a brief moment
In time. The subtleness of hue
A time that will never be exactly the same
Captured in essence and perfectly still.
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Comments about this poem (Composure by David Wood )
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