The Gwynant Sunrise (Skimming Stones)

As the still and silent water
Met the shadows of the dawn,
The mist there slowly lifted
As the new day then was born,
Above the clouds were glowing
As the chains of night did break,
As I watched the Gwynant sunrise
Skimming stones across the lake.

As the golden sunlight glistened
In the warm September sky,
And it danced upon the ripples
As the breeze then stirred a sigh,
And it lit the rugged shoreline
With its slated pearls of grey,
And it swept across those crowning hills
As darkness slipped away.

Rahul Aithal
Picturesque write, Andrew,

yelena
absolutely mesmerizing, Andrew.

robyn selters
lovely closing line in beautifully woven poem... particularly liked 'as the breeze then stirred a sigh...'

Lynda Robson
Wonderful imagery Andy and a lovely descritption of Gwynant..... gwyn meaning white and nant meaning hill.... xx

Jenny Gordon
Delightfully charming and tender, peacefully dancing from its almost breathtaking entry to its lovely close, a veritable beauty throughout. I love it, taken there for mere exquisite moments.

Karin Anderson
A lyrical picturesque poem Andrew and it put magical pictures in my mind with a magnificent sunrise and skimming stones~

Kesav V Easwaran
Well-written eloquent piece on the beauty of the sunrise that reflects in the Gwynant Lake...nice imagery you build, Andrew

Pranab k chakraborty
"silent water"...nice use. Generally we expect tranquility from it. Cool imagery...nice it again.

stevenstirk
Delightful piece Andy.

Yacov Mitchenko
Well written and vivid.

Gerard Lebel
A delicate and tender read. 'Picture perfect'.....Jerry (*_*)

Ata
beautiful ,tfs