A Highland Snapshot

A poem

A poem

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As glancing light rays shaft the granite glass,
reflecting down the hillside’s sombre face,
they spume the moisture from the sodden grass
to form light misty clouds like swirling lace.

While, ogre-like, the mountain frowns and frets,
its angry jowls are softening with the morn,
and rapid water sprays in spluttered jets,
cascading down the hillside at Glen Chon.

The air resounds to cackling plovers’ cries,
and bleating sheep proclaim their plight in vain,
as brooding pines beneath the lowering skies
stand starkly mute, like spectres in the rain.