Mist and stone
and weathered forests drawn.
Deep green, black and slick
with languid fog.
Sun lit only until grey,
past the dark of night
anointing dawn.
An ocean,
clear as crystal,
vast as sky.
Both indefatigable,
both redolent
and inspired.
What place
defies the morass
for the colorful?
What land sits
so alien,
so primal?
Carved into the basalt
and granite
and slate,
blue/grey lives
sit askance
of the wellspring.
So humble,
so prideful,
so bellicose,
so demure
– dichotomy
under that mountain rock.
Split crag people
defy that normal,
but inspire one more
overture of the tides.
The bay
reveals
the mother of all greatness;
a whale song
in the openness.
The mist line
sits upon the mountain,
hiding secrets,
begging for the eye.
An inquiring mind
is beckoned
to do well here.
Fed with mystery,
alive with eons.
The Sun
cooks off the veil,
revealing majesty;
whimsical, self effacing form.
The settlements,
seem sprung from the land,
like colorful fairy caps.
A hidden world
open for discovery.
Fantasy,
reality.
Sky and stone and water.
Fire and iron.
Love exposed,
as waves and win bear the cliffs.
Ancient,
unyielding;
a hearth stone
for the world.
HG – 2018
