The mist draws down its gauzy veil
Across the craggy face of Cader Idris.
The estuary echoes to the curlew’s trilling mournful cry.
Soft rains fall gently on the verdant valleys;
Above the hawk is hovering ever-watchful in an empty sky.
As the morning star fades into the rosy splendour of the dawn,
The sun steals warmly over Brecon’s purple heather hills.
The solitary wail of lambs just newly born
Drowns the screeching of the kestrel as it swoops and kills.
Wistful Wales, land of poetry, song and waterfalls.
Land of Arthurian legends and granite castles in the air.
On frostbitten moonlit nights the ghostly Celtic voices call;
Their medieval message stirs the vixen in her lair
This nature poem describes the beauty and wonders of the Welsh landscape.
All my poems that appear on Redbubble are copy right and are in books in the British Library, University College, Oxford, Fitzwilliam College, Cambridge and the Univerity of Wales, Swansea.