Time without haste

			Moisture fills the air -
			Fading light -
			Grey land -
			Mist-filled pockets and trenches.
			Aromas
			Soggily drifting -
			Damply coming to me 
			With a blended,
			Dank resemblance
			Of their true odours.
			Sounds
			Of a distant civilisation.

			The knowledge
			That so many are inside -
			Hiding from the wetness
			In a dry, sterile comfort -
			Busy -
			Preparing or playing.
			The knowledge
			That there are
			No time constraints.

			Deep yellow light,
			Lazily glowing
			From busy abodes.
			Hills
			Rolling ahead and behind -
			Beauty abounds -
			But in it
			Lies an absence -
			A wish that someone was here
			With whom I could share this beauty -
			Someone to hold in the silence -
			To share this freedom -
			To spend time without haste.

			But
			There is a kind of beauty
			In this solitude -
			In the loneliness...
			I enjoy my time
			Alone,
			In silence,
			In worship.