The Pound at the Vineyard

The mud is soft between my toes,

a shadow of a tree over me.

It's like a painting, still and calm,

I hear a bird singing softly.

The sun is setting as I watch

a leaf fall,

a ripple across it sends.

I cross the bridge to the deck,

I look over. I can see the image of the gum trees

and the rebellion of the sun setting

pinks, yellows, orange and purple.

I walk to the grass and sit under the shade of a gumtree.

I feel connected and at peace, I am happy.

I don't want to leave.

I wish this moment could last forever.