SAPPHIRE
Evening hills
cracked sapphire.
Gods made them so
in the peace of sure weightlessness.
A north wind, though,
that clears the sky
and will make these shorter nights
moon bright and bitter,
will hold the bowing bluebells
in bud a day or two yet.
—
simonhlilly 
I love the ‘sure weightlessness’ instead of the more usual ‘sheer …’