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Low cloud, as the horizon shrinks.
\nSomewhere off, the silent stall of wind
\nbreaks through. Consummates,
\nreturns us to this moment.
\nHere the weather rains,
\nfunereal grey mourning.<\/p>\n
No respite from the cold, the
\nair hangs heavy, damp and chill.
\nLight breaks through. Far off,
\nthe shards of cold sun\u00a0searchlight
\nthe bronze bracken-shadowed land.
\nSlips away, lost, withheld succour.<\/p>\n
Watch, the wart-shaped hill,
\nsought\u00a0across the valley,
\nslowly soften as it dissolves.
\nLost to mist and soft rains,
\nheading our way.<\/p>\n
Horses startled out of lethargy
\ncircle the tors, looking for a leeside.
\nInstinct driven, heads bowed
\ndamp coat, pain.
\nMillennia of \u00a0survival,
\nstoic, bored with this life.
\nBut knowing nothing else.<\/p>\n
Join them, walk under an overhang,
\nwhere you once played the summer\u2019s role.
\nCloser in now, snug against the running
\nmoss wet wall. Accept its cold comforts,
\nrather that than wind\u2019s hard edge.<\/p>\n
Shared warmth goes so much further.
\nThere is no time here, so you wait.
\nDown-time itself, the memory of this,
\nand other places on sheltering days.
\nWe\u2019re lost here, caught\u00a0in stasis.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Low cloud, as the horizon shrinks. Somewhere off, the silent stall of wind breaks through. Consummates, returns us to this moment. Here the weather rains, funereal grey mourning. No respite from the cold, the air hangs heavy, damp and chill. … Continue reading