Hill worn and
Mountain-tired
Terrifying heights
And scree-sliding
Slaloms and
Shingly-tinkling
Set aside.
I'm back on my bike
In my own country
Where the heather
And thistle dance
mauve in the breeze
And pipits whistle
In whispers.
The hills are low
And soft in the mist
Quiet, peaceful
Grey and beautiful.
#CoSopoetry
@matty7w
Sounds like an interesting getaway! We did some unintentional scree sliding in Norway once - frightened me, thrilled my son.
Glad your back.