The whisper of dawn
dappled with rose-gold hues, seeps
into inky skies.

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  1. I wrote this one a while back. I was living in a highland valley (so-called though at sea level!) on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.

    November Morning

    Still and quiet;

    The mountains purple-ish, brooding, naked and powerful in the morning chill.
    Frost and mist,
    Crowning them, hovering,
    Filled with blessings and mystery.

    And you can glimpse through that
    and see,
    beyond all, above all,
    Bright virgin morning blue,
    Another layer of freshness, of depth, of delight
    Of sky.

    Pulsing wingbeat of spiralling sound.

    The mist has suddenly disappeared,
    Clouds gather in presence and softness
    Now surrounded with more pervasive and resplendent blue
    Radiating oatmealing colours of
    Golden butter and motherly creams
    Warmed by the thickening sun of a fresh, throbbing day.

    Highland Dawn!

    Kalapa Valley, November 7 1999

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    1. Hello Ashley, your poem is lovely. You have beautiful play with language, and the imagery is delicious. In the Scottish Highlands, we often refer to a valley as a ‘glen.’ Do you have this poem on your blog? I’d love to share it with my followers. Take care, Amanda.


      1. In English, they are technically called ‘intervales.’ The valley itself is exceptionally beautiful as many have remarked over the years.
        Being Scottish – or should I say Scot? – I suspect you warmed to the references to oatmeal, butter and cream!


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