Dargle Poem by Adrian Flett

This bright morning
where the turtle's song,
Dargle version heard all day long.
Unique are their voices as
each with their regional sound
resonates in the forest reach
though different each from each.

Refracted sunlight on remains
of droplets gathered in grasses grain
from last night's rain
catch and bend each early ray

as if to say,
we're loath to leave
reluctant to go,
to shift the mist
wisp by wisp
from the valley below.

Through eons of firm resolve
Inhlosane remains;
stands in lofty eminence aloof
high above the remnants of its range.

Here in this place filled with light
artists through creative expression
of shadow light and room for reflection
change a plane surface render it alive
to portray to convey their interpretation
by shape colour space and suggestion.