A Moment Reflected

Rustling leaves in evening Sunset,
Blue backdrop of cloudless sky,
Elder blossoms softly closing,
Oyster-catchers ‘plaintive cry’,

O’er the Tay, the hills in shadow,
Topped by fir and willow trees,
Small yachts on the slate-blue river,
White sails caught in gentle breeze.

All this in one, brief, magic moment
The sun sets, the mood has gone,
Now, all thoughts turn to the morrow,
Bright hopes await a peaceful dawn.