Carn Fadryn

 

Clouds kiss the summit

to gently conceal its dimensions.

Ascending its might to the heavens,

resting beyond the hanging mist.

Idly perched between meadows,

winds and contemplation

to greet the sunken land in song.

Tinted luminance scurries

tripping over wire and low hedges

to fall gracefully out of sight.

A view devoured before dusk

to command the landscape to rest. 

 

A halo gifted by the gods

to pierce the grey ripples.

Tremors embrace these brittle hands,

stabbed gently by anguished wind.

The leaves pirouette and cast shadows,

the branches oblige in succession.

Chittering echoes of timber 

grace the sleeping land. 

 

As dawn emerges, 

birds waltz upon the open sky.

A landscape uncoiled from darkness

in the offering of golden pools.

Flowers equally painted with light,

cohesion scattered like seeds.

I gaze towards a small mountain

that once roamed the ether.  

(Published in The Uncoiled)