One early morning

One early morning, 

when light was being distilled,

drop by drop, 

from gold,

A ball span 

as as it bounced 

over the dewy grass

and cobwebs spun 

from crystal and water.

Tiny rainbows

sparkled as 

Catherine Wheels of spray

lazily spiralled 

like galaxies being born.

A dog 

covered in smiles

races after it

and plucks it

from the air.

The best dog walks 

are those

where galaxies are born

and you return 

covered with

dew 

and dog smiles.