Sky Pink

From along the ridge

I saw through Swell Wood’s winter skeleton

To the sun-bathed Levels

Their rain-full grips and rhynes

Fields; mirrors to the sky

That held the pink tinge

Of chilled noses

Numb fingers

Of frost-smoke breath

Of the cold that will fall

From behind the stars tonight

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n.b. Grip: cut in the Levels to ease water run off. Rhyne: water channel cut along field edges to provide a way to hold drinking water for livestock and to mark boundaries in lieu of hedgerows.

CLP 19/01/2020

Published by

Christopher Perry

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