To Q from R, with love

Quicksilver, my love, dances into daydreams
While I rise and fall.
She quicksteps Derwent’s soft greens from East to West.
South to North I labour.
Each downward slope an uphill slog from no-place to nowhere.

Right here at compass centre, my reward.
A view of all the land I know.
And her…
A flash between the trees
Beneath the red kites soaring.

#26Steps Q-R  |  Quaking Houses to Rowlands Gill  |  Michelle Nicol http://www.word-struck.com