In the prescelly hills

                   Your  Autunm mode -

                    mirrored essence of my 

                                          being -

                   mood of the forgotten

                   poem in my heart .

                    Stillness - stillness of hills

                     elusive in your taut

                    oblique distances -

                    Ripeness of the valley

                    synthesis of sombre colour

                     gold brown and grey

                     exquisite leafage





                   What is the ineffable

                               essence

                    we feel about place or event

                    having so much meaning

 ,                  ( yet in wordless recognition )


                    in the feeling beyond sensation

                    in the sight beyond seeing -

                     in that elevation where we

                    feel at ease ?




                    Shoulder of hawk scanned

                                 heights
                   

                       this homing to the valley

                   the kernal of a house


                    collecting L IG HT


                   that will transfigure you


                  if you stand by the window -



               As she stands there - gathering light - giving peace .

This is a poem that  i wrote after a visit to friends who lived in a very alternative  green cottage in the Prescelly hills, this is probably the place where the famous blue stones of stonehenge were quarried and hauled all that distance to Salisbury planeAnyway in the order of "" magical "" places in W AL ES this place ................I rate highly