Gayle Baird

Happy Solstice! xx
The Pentlands
This wisp of cloud... rising over the horizon casts its silver haze over these hills that know my name The uncurling ferns wiggle their feathery leaves like a flock of geese preparing to take flight into the big blue sky that knows my name The heather sings me a lullaby I remember before memory and the gorse lights up the sunshine inside me This bird in my heart has circled over these hills since these hills first became and I fill with every sunrise and raindrop that touched the apple tree in blossom in the valley and the love with which the earth took back its seed that knows my name
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