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How the cuckoos sing sweetly
Of treachery and loss.
In the dewy morning
The rivers run low,
The hills to themselves,
Quietly weeping.
Ravens are joking on their way
To the slaughter-fields.
They do not need
The permission of gods
To be satisfied and at peace.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Abergwesyn, art, fading, Highlands, Irfon River, landscape, light, MidWales, nature, photography, Poetry, polarity, river, sunset, transference, water, Wolf's Leap on September 8, 2016| Leave a Comment »
SUN SET 1
Rock throat
slaked sung.
Water song
white til
mirror still.
River light licks
slick grey rock.
Cotton grass
nods spun
iron red pools
Raven crags,
stern chapels,
catch last light,
song sent
down cools
river throat,
Spin then
whorled, a thread
white song.
simonhlilly 