In Cambrian Hills

In Cambrian Hills
Form: Epistle Sonnet 2

If my words could just paint a mountaintop
Like a brush on canvas creates the scene
With splashes of green trees in a raindrop
And purple heather gathered in a crop
Echoes of where my walking boots have been
As colour memories mingle like the sea
The whispers of you and I talking love
While we sit here making our daisy chains
And I remember how it used to be
In clear reflections in pools of the rains
In nature’s beauty, we shared flasks of tea
And feel the wonder running through our veins
These Cambrian hills rising high above
In nature’s hands the love we were sure of


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