The frame is the same,
each moment captured, different;
wild colour, this, after windy day.
Each moment trembles
on the brink of the past,
clouds drift, changing shape,
sun sinks, night rises,
and when the dark hand
quenches the light, the day will be done,
the cow gone back to the barn,
and the hedges will rustle
with all the things we will never see.