Into the Valley

Dropping down now,
into the bowels of the valley,
Dwarf like kingdom appears,
slate scattered everywhere,
left by Sculptor's hand,
as he dragged his fingers,
carving out this land,
rain passing like veiled curtains,
set against the towering crags,
I feel my own insignificance,
my speck like form,
upon this planet's surface.

Honister Pass

Rising up from the pass,
entering the higher plains,
land owned by the Gods,
shaped and hewn,
by wind, rain and storm,
nature clings down low,
holding fast to rock and slate.

Land of cloud and rock,
coloured green and brown,
streams cut silver paths,
escaping always down,
barren vastness, come and view,
but only mountain sheep may stay.

Waterfall

In awe of gravity,
sat by nature's window,
the power of water in motion,
evokes emotions mirror,
we are but visitors,
within this timeless wilderness,
specks of humanity,
crawling on the floor,
of the gods playground.

Pebbles

Crystal clear the water,
view sharp, unhindered,
pebbles, of all shapes and sizes,
lying side by side,
I ask myself why,
somethings, are not,
so very clear,
uneasy in mind's eye,
balance out of kilter,
I am giving more,
but I am out of favour.

April Sun

Sun sets over water,
sliding slowly behind,
purple charcoal horizon,
mountain skyline defined,

As twilight beckons,
silhouette time approaches,
love struck songbirds,
keep up their sonnets,
singing for one last chorus,

Now the air is cooling,
as night encroaches,
bringing final curtain,
on a perfect spring surprise.

Heaven's mirror

Sat on mirror's edge,
pure calm resides,
the merest hint of ripple,
fades to clear reflection,
the sky blue dips low,
caressing mountain basin,
the framing for my mirror,
heaven shows through,
the surface of Ullswater.

Sun soaked gold

For I have seen with my own eyes,
his golden trumpets all alive,
standing on the shore,
of my looking glass water.