I meant, before I left, to sketch your mountains
your rich sun-slanted endless variations:
black crags heather-muted, gorse-golden
hills bristle-forested all greens
rising grassy fields white-sheep-scattered
lichened standing stones in mossy woods
I meant, before I left, to sing your waters
your sparkling cloud-cooled endless variations:
stone-tumbled beaches wave-blunted
streams rock-bedded rushing down
slow-sand firths tidal-slipping
sudden valley lochs in silent mist
Wow. Lovely.
LikeLike
Thanks–I think this is one I’d like to push/explore a bit more, in days to come.
LikeLike
I’ll look forward to seeing “more”!
LikeLike
Excellent. Really nice.
LikeLike
Thank you!
LikeLike