Misty Valley Dawn
in the misty valley where the river flows with mystic silence and a dreamlike glow the mountains rise like giants from the earth their rugged peaks a challenge to the sky’s dark birth the air is filled with vision and the scent of wet stone as the morning light creeps slowly to the valley’s throne
the world is hushed in reverence and stillness deep as if the very land itself were a vast and mystic sleep the trees stand guard like sentinels of old their branches swaying gently in the morning’s mystic fold the river’s voice is a low and soothing hum a lullaby of wonder that the heart has never known
and as the mist ascends to reveal the valley’s face the sun’s warm touch ignites a fire in the sacred place
I took the long, sinuous lines and sparse punctuation from Æ's style, and applied them to a subject that would have been familiar to him - the Irish landscape. I aimed to capture the sense of wonder and mysticism that is characteristic of his work, but with a more subdued and introspective tone.