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Corvus Corax “Muninn' the High Plains Drifter”…



Bla Bheinn

Tired I sit to ponder the wonder of the
Hammered copper forest far below,
I watch the feather flutter and settle on the snow
Ethereal blue air brittle with chill,
A rising delight that such a simple thing should thrill.



from the summit of Bla Bheinn towards the Cullin.

Swooping low against the foreboding sky,
Jet black Raven tumbles by
Stark silhouette against the winter sky,
What wonders do you see upon the wing?
The crags of winter,
The cliffs of spring.
The ice finite through winter’s blast,
The summer’s heat that never lasts.

Speak to me raven of what you know,
Of the meadow and the valley far below.
The battles that were fought within that glen,
The climbers to be lost upon this Bheinn
For through your black eyes you have witnessed it all
From valiant loss, the death of a ewe unshorn.



Stob Dearg looking down Glen Etive

How can one know of the valleys below if we have not
Lived in the eternal realm of rock and snow.
Talk to me raven.
With a wink of that dark eye settle the deed,
For there is a blizzard coming and I need to be on my way,
The sun is setting an end to my day,

Black velvet, green upon blue I feel cold…
Is this a time to wish I was you?
And lying here I ponder the lack of view.

“You are close now”, come whispers in my ear,
A breath separates us….
What secrets do you hold to allay my fear?
This all consuming blizzard drowns out what you say,
Aghast at a reply;
“Sleep without fear” “rest without want”

A rising delight that such a simple thing should thrill,
I close my eyes and fading, ignore the chill.



Baosbheinn (Torridon)

And finally for now...the mighty Slioch