Change gathered and windblown
in a high hillside hollow
Heather cowering in a bitter wind
spring to bloom in defiance
Scars gouged in the line of grass
by a cold movement of ice
Silvered waters glitter and run
Carving a path in layered stone
The remains of a far and distant time
exposed to the light of thought
on a high serrated cliff
Here the singing winds of ice and fire
carry the turn of every season
and the rains of Winter falling
carry a mountain to the sea
The cry of Woodcock ringing
across a lonely scree
The sky blue above shining
as the World spins to noon
This wild garden hanging
in the lee of hillside slopes
Erratics standing proud
A long legacy of ice sheets
A distant Rainbow shimmers
across a rolling river mist
Coils of cloud gather
and breathe a chilled wind
A storm brews Westward
We draw our coats tightly
and turn for home
