We walked to loweswater’s shore
The perimeter and all its contents
Bluish, soaked
In dark celeste, early evening light
Azure, like the hawker dragonfly
I imagined its pigment offered
As a sacrifice to God, rinsed
Here, In His water, also colouring
His spectrum
We saw Golden coats on the mountain
The slumbering sun danced in the fields
He suspended the rain, for our joy