Mountain dark mists roll up their sleeves and reveal the swell of rocky waves
That roil from the lake of shadows.
Sunlight trickle bleeds from a high heartbeat to fill the void with life
As the waters swirl, meeting the mouths of Salmon with tawny teeth.
Dawn shatters the nightly silence and readies the land for another turning
of the crag's coil of valley
As the clouds rise and return to home and hearth to slumber and rain.
Wetting the moss and glistening the fern.
I love how you have captured the mystery essence of a vapourous morning amidst the mountains here.
Thank you Fiona. I couldn’t help but find beauty there.