Reflecting R S Thomas' Bright Field

" I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
 for a while...."

So many times over the past few months 
words from this poem have echoed through my mind 
I have been taken by surprise, sketched, painted
and occasionally even jotted down
the thoughts that come to me....

Dark green depths of trees in shadow
and two seagulls
glide slowly around one another.
Effortless bright wings against deep darkness.

Then the Green Waterfall:

Dense ancient woods

Trees, everywhere trees

Hillsides covered

With trees

 like gigantic woolly green lambs

And sheep that need shearing

Deep green, shaggy and

Tumbling like waterfalls

Over dark red rocks in circular ravine

Down into deep darkness.

Continually shifting patterns of dark and shade

As clouds chase overhead

Reflecting and enhancing one another

One moment a clear silhouette

With rocky outcrop

And small clump of trees

 Topmost leaves catching the sunlight.

A brief glimpse,

Swallowed by passing shadows,

Of glancing light, luscious green depths:

 Trees dancing towards the sea far below.
And we ? Do we delight
The Creator's eye,
Watching, waiting, wondering
In all this hidden beauty.