Dunnideer, November Morning
Dunnideer, November MorningFlaring, the dawn breaks wide as the sun spills gold on the hilltops,burning the night away in a firestorm, eddies of crimson,embers of ochre caught in the whirl of a sky-woven current.Far to the east, where the ruins of Dunnideer shoulder the morning,walls, tumbled low, still cast their defiance against the horizon,mute in the stillness before light overtakes them,…










