THE BRECON BEACONS: WINTER by Tim Davies #StarfishClub #WritingCommunity #Coffeeandachat

THE BRECON BEACONS: WINTER
THESE WHITE-BLUE CASTLES TOWER IN THE SKY AND SUGARRED DIAMONDS GLITTER ON THE MASS SO, SOME HAVE COME TO PLAY, AND SOME TO DIE THE WISE ONES SHOW RESPECT ‘AS SHADOWS PASS’.
DECEPTIVE, MOUNTAINS, BLUE IN BEAUTY, COLD AS WALKERS PAUSE TO SNAP AND TAKE IT IN.
AND PILGRIMS PASS, AND SURELY THEY ARE BOLD WHO COME TO TEST, TO TRY, TO DARE – TO WIN!
THE SIBILANT, FLEETING SOUND AS BOOTS PASS BY THE SUN’S CONCEALMENT OF THE THREAT OF DEATH AND PUFFS OF WHISPY WHITE AGAINST THE SKY – GIVE WITNESS TO THE MOUNTAIN’S WINTER BREATH
WHO DANCES WHITE-BLUE CASTLES IN THE AIR? THE FOOTPRINT LEFT ON SNOW – A GAPING STAIN SOON FADING SNOW WILL LEAVE NO RECORD THERE BUT THOSE WHO PASSED WILL SURELY COME AGAIN.
© Tim Davies  (With a ‘nod’ to James Elroy Flecker)