On my walk this morning, this sight brought a glorious poem by R S Thomas to mind. Except I didn’t walk on – I jumped over the ditch and squelched my way across the grass … and along the river … and through the trees … burning bushes everywhere I looked.

The Bright Field

R S Thomas

I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the
pearl of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it. I realise now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying

on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.