In the high places
A veil of serenity
Soothes the wildest heart
Savage beasts bow to beauty
And passion wears purity
A moorland dawn. The heather is in bloom, its delicate honey fragrances the morning for me alone. No bees yet seek the purple heart of the hills, no walkers share the stones. The valley still sleeps beneath a coverlet of cloud. Humanity here is no more than a memory. I am alone with beauty.
It does not matter where, this is my place. Where the shore between the heather and the mists is a meeting of world. Where dreams are shaped of flowers and stones wear the faces of my ancestors. No matter where the world leads me, my heart is here and I am home.
Tall the cliffs of stone
That mark the entry to my heart’s domain,
Wild and empty in its vastness
The solitude of living earth.
The wind lifts the heart
And bears it through the storm
To where the lichen crusted rocks
Cling to the clouds.
Part of my heart remains there
Scattered with the ashes of a lost love
Mingled with the joy and pain of memory,
Of childhood wonder and a lover’s kiss.
Deep the roots which bind me to that land,
Like the weathered pines that cling for life
To the purple hillside…
Genuflecting, but standing, still,
Naked in the mist.
Great stones,
Ice carved in aeons past
Into a landscape of dreams,
Marked by ancient hands
With figures of Light,
That I may stand beside them,
Millennia apart,
And recognise my kin.
This is beautiful, Sue.
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Thanks, Robbie. It is the landscape I love with all my heart.
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Yes, I can determine that from your lovely words and the pictures are amazing.
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England in August… 😉
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Thanks, Jaye x
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Feeling truly at home somewhere must feel amazing!
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There…it is x
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Beautiful.
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Thanks Rae.
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Wow Sue. Beautiful words, stunning scenery.
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One of the mist beautiful sights on earth for me.
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Beautiful poem, Sue.
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Thanks, Mary.
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Magical. (K)
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🙂
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Beautiful, Sue. The heather makes me homesick for Scotland. Juliet
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It makes me homesick for Yorkshire too. 🙂
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Your love of the this land shines through, Sue as it does in all of your haiku and poetry. You inspire other to take a closer look at the beauty that surrounds us too!
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Thank you, Judy. If there is ever a purpose beyond itself to love, that would be mine. x
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Xx
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Sue you know I have the soul of a clod of earth but even I appreciated that poem! And PS lovely photos too.. the creeping mist o’er the heather -gorgeous!
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The mist hides a whole valley, Paul, but you felt as if you could step out onto it…
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OH, that is gorgeous! “Where the shore between the heather and the mists is a meeting of world.” I love that place. I want to live in that second photo. Love the poem, too. ❤ Dreamy…
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It is a place for the healing of heart and soul, Sarah ❤
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This is a lovely answer to Colleen’s challenge, Sue. Your photos are wonderful and the heather is gorgeous.
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Beautiful Sue. ❤
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