Breathing Dark Beauty Poem by David Taylor

The bright sunlight faded the colours of the blossoms

and cast a haze over distant brackened hills.

The master artist knows with all his art and skills

the deepest secrets of that coloured tapestry of life

lie in the dark shadows low beneath the trees.

And under hawthorn bushes' sharply shining leaves

the finely scented earth in warmth and moisture melts

the essence of all beauty and sets it free to breathe.