Glastonbury

Ribbons of cloud
A patterning, shroud
Stark and straight
St Michael’s Tower
It’s arch unfolds
With hints of golds

An early riser
Sees the Dawn
A wealth of light
Midas might
A special awareness where
Matter matters
Lushness shatters
The cool morning air

She takes the lane
Minimal strain
Sees the TOR
Feeling raw
An antidote for everything
A genuineness
That’s bound to bring
The enormity
The immensity
The grandness that she loves to see
An eminence
Of green galore
Just Knowing what I am here for