Chanced to meet you
Somewhere between the sea
And the climb to a drier cold
Mid way we stop
Tramp through ankle trap
of bracken
Snap of twigs
and blackened branches
Hidden past beneath
the present green
And the day too
was on its way
towards dark

Mid point

We find love
in a moment of embrace
And in our reaching out
toward each other
The very sun is held
between our arms


© Sarah Rice, 2021