Words of the Week – A Winter Night … on Radnor Hills – Poem by Lynn Trowbridge.



Photograph by Lynn Trowbridge.


On Radnor hills,

Snow lying deeply on the ground.

Dazzling white purity all around,

No vague whisper of a sound,

Otherworldly silence, so profound

My presence seemed a rude intrusion

In this hushed world of pale illusion.

I would not through this white world go

With footfall soft on virgin snow,

Lest charm of this mesmeric scene

Should vanish as a fading dream.

And so I lingered long and still,

This magic sight my soul to fill.

Watched coruscate stars jewel black velvet sky;

Heard the hoot of an owl from a tree close by

Call for a mate in the stilly night,

Then eerily, silently, take ghostly flight.

And I, from this awesome temporal sphere,

(Which all too soon might disappear),

Withdrew behind transparent screen

To ponder on this awesome scene

And sketch the picture, thus defined,

On the open canvas of my mind.

By Lynn Trowbridge

(Tweaked 20.1.14)


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