Friday, 14 November 2014

Nothing was moving

Nothing was moving
the wind had died down
barely a sound to be heard
except distantly
far off birds riding air currents
an occasional bleat of sheep
reminding we are in their territory
the wind was still
the sun was full.

Nothing was moving
the climb was over
we stood to watch
to look
to drink in magnificent
rolling undulations
to watch cloud shadows
slide across the
brackeny hillside.
© 10 Oct 14

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