Grey stone mountain
rain
and the gathering fogs
Drip drip the gutters
and the gurgling stream.
Two ravens out of the mirk
strut about warily
not seeing the face behind the window,
deftly grabbing a wad of rice
fly off into cloud.
Dark light at noon
no sign of sun,
full moon falteringly filtering
through the dismal night.
Warm and muggy
Welsh winter
washing itself away .
Not very good weather we're having !
No o.
Better 'an snow tho.
Not so sure
Cold's a better time
ice and hoar frost
bright days.
S'long as you're not driving isn't it ?
Aai .
Can't expect much else, mind you
the time of the year.
I always say !
Sheep OK ?
Damp's no good for the feet like
but woolly coats does 'em fine.
Look cheerful enough don't ey ?
Up on your tod then - nobody with you ?
Meditation is it ?
Ah - wri-ting too then. Well
quiet enough up here
for sure.
Time to get on with it -
up the hill for a look round.
Missus'l be waiting for her tea.
Til next time then - is it .