Tasting.
One golden long-ago afternoon
I rode past high fells then clad in rough bracken
under a sky of unbroken blue
and cantered through canopies
of russet trees thrown over the roadside while
autumnal moor-land rose in
beautiful solitude shadowing wind and cloud
and halting I heard liquid laughter.
Where would streamlet pebbles
be found white as those at my dismounted feet
and could heathered summits
slumber through autumn more peacefully
or lark-song appear so enchanting ?
I had heard it said that highland
air tasted of wine, flavoured with grass-scent
and drawing a lingering breath
as air filled lungs I knew that made sense
as I gulped in ether-sharp drafts.
So divine was the reverential quiet
in my enlightened mind that I closed awed
eyes and in vibrations of silence
caught nature's presence as never before.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Intoxicating.. nuff said
Stay safe Fay.... N 🙂
Yes gettin' drunk on Nature's the thing eh Nev - --- thank you for being there in my few words on horseback in Autumn - - written some time ago but thought it needing an outing again - -- wishin' you safe and the best of today... ........ Fay
Sounds like my almost daily routine here in Yorkshire Fay. I wonder how you knew. Even during 'normal' times I see no one out on the moor, save for a rider in the distance.
Thank you for allowing us to journey alongside you a way, and for the image of a (I think) quarter horse and rider with the wind in their hair.
Ex animo, Alan
Yes our Cornish moors are very alluring if we need silence and plenty fresh air. Thanks for your visit my friend.
That lass is having fine old time as described by you Fay!
She certainly is enjoying that ride .
Just read through it twice - sheer poetry - but then, of course, it is.
Bless you my friend for all your encouragement . - - glad you enjoyed the double read.
As described by you and Goldfinch today it is indeed a wonderful, beautiful world we live in. The great outdoors i describe as god's real church.... you can feel the presence... there is no need of song or prayer though one may feel so moved to do both.... i know i do.
Great words from you and hopefully encouraging folk to go out into places where these exhilarating vibrations will us.
Sincere thanks for this generous and perceptive comment on what nature can and does do for those who feel Presence in the vibrations of nature - -- many thanks fD.A. for your visit to my few lines on Tasting.
You'd already get high praise for using one of my favourite words, 'autumnal'. This is a lovely piece Fay and all the better that I can relate to it.
Glad you could find you related to the read my friend -- thank you for dropping by.
Love your poem, especially the last stanza!
Thanking you muchly Fred - - great that you called by and enjoyed the read.
Wonderful write as ever Fay.
Andy
Bless you for your support as always dear Andy
This is wonderful ma'am
Ah - how good to know my few lines appealed to you friend. Stay well and safe in these testing times.
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