Solid, solid rock
ancient temple wrapped in the fleetness of the wind
serenaded by the hiss and sigh of the grass.
Lowlight, peat hags, water, cloud reflections.
The squall blew across the shallow peat hollow, lashing face and the feeble grasses alike; stinging blasts high on zest and power….
… until the louring clouds rumbled their malevolent way eastwards and a ray of sun caressed the land.
Wild, wind-twisted sky.
Racing air through heather.
This yang-heavy land
and the yin mind
circle in perfect dance.