DEN OF DUNINO

We found a path
leading to ancient
stone steps, compressed
and misshapen from
centuries of use...
filtered sunlight on
forest greens
guides our way down...
to crumpled leaves
of burnt sienna and
opens up
to a cool, natural
amphitheatre of moss,
foliage and stone,
a trickling stream
meanders below...
impressions of Celtic
imagery
etched into rock.
a cross, a knot...
a sanctuary? a sacred place?
who had been here before us?

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