Stratus and silhouette
A feint glow over the western sky
A distant nod to encroaching urban sprawl
Defining the line
Like a dragon’s back
The moorland ridge
Sets solidity
Under the wideness of the sky
Anchoring the land
Silence and reverential stillness
Pervade the night
Only the softest of breath
Of the sleeping world
Whispers of memories
Spill across the pillow
As slumber is stirred
Yet nothing moves
The walls are still
Unusually so
There is no wind
Nothing
Just the fine thread
Between heaven and earth
But into this night
I listen
Ruth Partridge 