Ablaze

Ablaze
the heather
under the
westering sun

Smoke drifts
westwards
in the anomalous
east winds

Drawing nigh
the equinox
the meeting
of day and night

Promise fulfilled
the first lamb
out on the point
where many were lost

Life replacing
darkness and ending
by
light and beginnings

My gaze
drifts south
in anticipation
of another promise