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Showing posts with label mountains. Show all posts

Rolling

Countless
waves
roll
ashore

Easterly
winds
blow
steadily

Straight
through
from
Siberia

White
mainland
hills
loom

White
waves
roll
ashore

Countless
winds
blow
steadily

Easterly
through
from
Siberia

Straight
mainland
hills
loom

Straight
waves
roll
ashore

White
winds
blow
steadily

Countless
through
from
Siberia

Easterly
mainland
hills
loom

Easterly
waves
roll
ashore

Straight
winds
blow
steadily

White
through
from
Siberia

Countless
mainland
hills
loom

Hunted

Running
through
the long grass
under stones

Wind blows
ruffles
white fur
running

Eating
nibbling
yellowed grass

Yellow

Far seeing
short dash
between stones

Black talons
hanging down

Wind whispers
of danger
from above

Running fast
eating mosses
dashes under rocks

Wind howls
through the gaps
between stones
of refuge

Can't stop
must run
there's green grass
by those rocks

Wind rises
to a galeforce
crescendo
bearing the black wings

Eating the grass
nibbling --------

The force 9 gale
easily lifted the
golden eagle from
the summit of Rapaire

Hanging from its talons
the bloodied lifeless form
of a white
mountain hare

Encounter

I found you on the mountain path
below the frowning crags
looking out over
the long water

The way was steep
to me
but of no consequence
to you

A shadow flew down
from behind
the steep cliff
but kept well away

Its talons destined
not to take you
I glanced around
at the mountains

Something you were
not aware of
Staying hidden
from the dreaded eyes

Swooping down
unseen
unwarned of
to the next hour

I touched you
but you did not move
perhaps you sensed
I kept harm at bay

Not long after
I glanced up
as I continued
my long way down

Rapaire
Stulabhal
crowned over
where you hid

A mouse

Langadale

The path of leisure
slowly rises
from the bovine village
at the side of the sea

Mountains loom closer
Stulabhal's hump
blocking the western sky
before the valley is reached

Lonely Langadale
overshadowed by
dark looming peaks
light only from the north

The only way out is up
And Stulabhal's cliffs
frown whichever
way you go

Teileasbhal I once stood upon
I crossed from Bunabhainneadar
I crossed to Bhoisimid
and from Langabhat

But I shall always return
from whichever direction
to stand by the river
in Langadale