A rainbow, with cattle
Come closer, into the dark, where cattle are feeding
in quiet at the silver pool.
It’s moist in here, you can smell the rain on grass.
You can touch the chill.
Drizzle hangs in the air, and the hills are sunk below
Walk further in. You’re at the centre now.
Look up, look a long way up.
The diaphanous arch of a great rose window
rises like organ music in cathedral gloom.
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