Winter in Assynt with border

My Love of Assynt

 

In Assynt’s magnificence winter lies,

in sheets of white on hill and stone.

Snow crowns the peaks beneath dark skies,

a world that time has never known.

 

Rugged mountains stand stark and still,

their edges cut in frost and bone.

The wind runs free by its own will,

through land that stands forever lone.

 

Snowdrifts rest in valleys deep,

soft on rock yet fierce and free.

The land speaks truths it does not keep,

in cold and clear austerity.

 

Oh how I love the truth I see,

in winter’s calm, untamed melee.

The wild the white the land made free,

in Assynt’s ancient solemn gift to thee.

 

Keep safe keep well and most importantly

keep on being you. Huge hug JC

 

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