Walking miles
Walking miles along sandstone paths
Sunrise melting
Drip drip dripping
Snow from emerald green grass.
A shroud of the infinite
Reflects in the stillness of a morning lake
Where time sinks deep into marsh land mud
And all ill thoughts dissolve
Like clouds in the soft breezed sky
Carried across fields of dense bracken
Those screams become songs
Whistling
As they reach the hills lined with heather© 2015 Lewis McDonnell photography by Ross Irving
