It was a miserable grey day
With drizzle falling on us;
We were well covered
And thought “What the hell!”
So we walked up the moor side
As we had planned.
Half way up we came into the cloud
That was causing the rain to fall.
We continued our upward path
Through this damp mist
And suddenly the sun shone on us,
The rain was below us,
And about us was the glory of nature,
As the moor stretched before our eyes.
The earth below was hidden by cloud
On which we appeared to be walking,
At peace and in love with our world.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a true tory that happened many years ago when my wife and I used to go to the Yorkshire Dales.
- Category: Reflection
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Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Great read!
Thank you Katie, most kind.
Andy
Once I was in Casentino on a Mountain and we were amongst the clouds one of my most favourite and fascinating moments. Wonderful write. 🌹
Yes it is so fascinating to be in the clouds. Thank you Teddy.
Andy
Beautiful images created in this write Andy. I have common experiences with this regularly where I live in the mountains in Brazil and it is quite beautiful. Nicely done my friend
Much appreciated soren, yes it is beautiful to be in the clouds.
Andy
Most welcome Andy it does give a different feel
They do say through the clouds the sun is waiting, and seemingly so.
It's just reaching the heights to get to the bloody yellow thing and the layers of clothes you need to take off before finding it.
Two days of sun, drought on the way. lol
Very true Paul but the light is always there in our lives.
Andy
The shining is all the brighter when we forge onward through our inclement weather. Beautiful, Andy. We had our cloud wispy drift walking moment into bright sunlight on the crest of the Himalayan Nagarkot many years ago now. 🙏🕊️
Very true Rik, I am sure you had a wonderful time.
Andy
There is a well-known saying : "Drive into the sunset." That sunset means retirement or the end of life. Walking into the sunshine is something of a defiance of the common narrative. It means : don't give up, life is not over yet, keep forging. Not only forging ahead, but forging upwards. The action was successful : it led to a beautiful view above the clouds, looking both above and below. Samuel Johnson, the English poet, said : "Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience." Here, too, hope triumphed.
Very true words Soman, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
golden memories set in beautiful verse for posterity to visualize and enjoy...
Most kind Nafisa, thank you.
Andy
welcome - as always - have a relaxing and productive day...
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