Long Distant Dream

I meander through verdant valley where meadows collide in windswept jade, hillsides bathe in summer sunshine and oceans of clouds, commit to shade. Moorland sheep laze in woolly clusters creating footpaths upon the hill, busy hedgerow a rural city scar of an era, is town head mill. Vibrant coppice alive with creatures leafy towers caress morning mist, sunlight shines on distant window across the valley, a sapphire twist. Crag and beacon rise majestic standing stone a monument to thrall, sculptured by marauding seasons an ancient culture’s, rocky stall. Yet to chance upon misty patterns softly sketched upon the hill, I will savour these happy moments awakening to, a distant trill. Wharfedale, Yorkshire England © Harry J Horsman 2001