Hazy morning sunlight,
Gossamer banks of striated clouds,
Bathing fields and hedges
In buttery radiance.
Tinged with pinks, oranges and greens.
In clumps of skeletal tendrils
Against an ocean of mist.
That film of vapour
Lying in pools
The sloping landscape
In mystic inscrutability.
Opher – 22.11.2020
To walk up on to the hills in the early morning is to enter a different world of great mystery.
The mist hangs low across the fields as the wan sunlight pierces the thin cloud bathing the land.
It reveals a world of great beauty, flooded with subtle pastel colours – glowing.
It reveals a mysterious world in which humans are alien, a world of faeries, goblins and imps.
It is tantamount to peering through a stained-glass window into a different universe.