Moelwynion

From my bedroom

Over Yonder

Moelwynion stares at me

a mountainous transfusion

Its how it wants to be

a dark mass staring avidly

at the greenery below

looking down at Dolgellau

buildings dotted

what  a show

windows doors and roof tops
face

stones of such an age

surrounded by green farmland

and
Pine trees  off the page

Simply amazing tree lined vistas
And sunlit golden vales

Cader Idris smilingly

significantly pales

into a great landscape

of rocky lanes and trails.

Cavorting with the greyer clouds

a dance in time maybe

wherein a light force melodramatically

its the magic  We dream about

into infinity.