Solitude, Allt Dearg Mor.

I took this walking back from taking a few photographs of a waterfall about 10 minutes further up the path. I glanced back to look at the clouds as it was threatening rain and the sun had just dropped behind the Cuillins. The resulting light being reflected off the clouds was spectacular. I believe the cottage in the mid-ground is a holiday let so if you enjoy sheep and the odd walker for company you should look it up. Merry Christmas and all the best for the New Year !!!

 

 

Solitude

 

Through grey and pebbled city streets,

Through a dull, grey gauze of smog,

I cannot see where I come from,

Nor yet to where I walk.

 

I long for peace from crowded paths,

And the endless raindrop patter

That I long to trade for wandering stream,

That bubbles, boils and chatters.

 

No peace for me in glass and steel,

Sky-high the urban progress march.

Give me, instead, a stark, stern mountain,

Beneath sky’s warm, embracing arch.

 

Sweet-scented heather, across the field,

Crunch of bracken and sun-flecked heath,

Soothe my city-darkened soul

And cushion my heart from beneath.

 

In the silence that fills the horizon,

I hear the birds, the brook, the breeze.

The sweet solitude fills me from inside

As I meander among the trees.

 

The warble of the songbird ahead,

Draws me ever onwards,

To discover what other small miracles,

I can find in the silence and wonder.

 

Without the rush and roar of the world,

The sunset itself sounds a song,

The gentle twinkle of pink, rose and gold

On a path both peaceful and long.

 

The scent of sweet grass and dewdrop glitter,

Is a prize few know how to cherish,

But I love the solitude of the rambling path

And the peace of a world, sun embellished.

 

No peace for me on crowded streets,

Where the grey multitudes bustle and roar,

Instead I choose the golden meadow,

Where free spirits are welcome to soar.

 

3/3/15

KT. Miller

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