CWM GRAIG DDU
Yesterday the ravens were dancing.
Now, this east wind has scoured the skies
To a perfect frozen blue.
Dark, bruised by cold,
Cwm Graig Ddu, sunless, looks out,
Dreaming of rivers.
Its sheep: philosophical rocks,
Waiting for Spring.
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Bitter cold.
Bright sunlight.
Trees dream
In the dark valley.
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Hours pass.
Gazing out.
Hunting words.
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Calibration of sorrows –
A mountain view.
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An empty road
Still finds its destination.
All music sits upon its silence.
A sweet sap comes after winter sleep.
By slow breath the cauldron bubbles.
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