Feb 2016
I climb the thin road
Along the muttering stream
Cold off the fell over broken quartz teeth
My step huge in the sharp afternoon
A drape of fern and bracken
Flickering into the eyes corner
Blinking out of green. They are there
Trembling all silence
Of their glass world
Even now
At the door of transformations
Their shy blessings
Fade into the fable
Along the muttering stream
Cold off the fell over broken quartz teeth
My step huge in the sharp afternoon
A drape of fern and bracken
Flickering into the eyes corner
Blinking out of green. They are there
Trembling all silence
Of their glass world
Even now
At the door of transformations
Their shy blessings
Fade into the fable
This recalls the magical time when I encountered deer on the side of the lonely B6399 from Newcastleton to Hawick in Scotland.Such encounters only make me more determined to make this remote wild region my home
