Day 8 NaPoWriMo

light sliced across the road
pouring yellow into the blue morning shadow
bolting across the field and out of view
the grey of the sky lifted to blue
and then it was gone
Cresting the hill sun behind
descending into shadow
the Escarpment glistening white
the tree tips glow pink
A starling flies over
The light flattens again
The day travels on.