UNDER DEAD TREE

Up on the moor

pause by big boulder

of metamorphosed granite

black, hard and cruel

above and beside

dead tree with no green

grey is the lichen

which covers the branches

crane fly hovers

lone bee, white butterfly

quietly flutter and flit

from this flower to that

such peacefulness

quiet, muted and still

by Colliford Lake

an idyll unrivalled