Sitting on our bench looking towards Moel Eilio, the sky as dark as ever. A momentary glitch in the programme and the clouds parted to show a little of the sky beyond…
Our world seems weary of its winter coat.
Clouds part, and blue lies beyond.
A soft blue streaked with white cotton
as if winter was never happening beneath.
It is gone almost as soon as it arrived,
Perhaps I was not supposed to see it.
A change of scene, a glimpse backstage.
Though I wonder as clouds are drawn
and the sky reveals a little of herself
If only I could live in that short moment and
could treat each encounter as such a gift?