I haven’t posted a poem for a while, so here goes. It’s in the ‘mountains and rivers’ style again, but in contrast to the Chinese mountain wanderers, who wrote about the calls of gibbons and the tracks of tigers in the cloud mountains of Sishuanbanna, this is set in Scotland’s top left corner, my beloved Assynt, on a May morning, en route to climb Suilven. The wildlife is less exotic, but it’s ours.
Poem taken down for refreshment. Many thanks for the comments.