Composure

She wandered down the leafy lane And into the village of Rhossili Past the car park on the hill And sat outside a café having tea. She waited for the hour to pass By until the sky kissed the sea, And waiting for the right moment To capture the image forever free. She stood by the edge of Oxwich wood Looking all about her. The sun Emptied its warmth glowing behind, The field with trees echoed back As light and shade fought each other To win the battle of composure of Golden leaf delicately balanced On the bough seeped with green Foliage. She waited, waited until The moment was right. Perfect. There, the flash of brilliance She captured the image forever. An image that lasted for a brief moment In time. The subtleness of hue A time that will never be exactly the same Captured in essence and perfectly still.