Pennine Moor
A balmy breeze arrives to bring
the subtle scent of flowering ling.
From heather nests the red grouse shout
their rapid cry of chout-chout-chout.
Aloft, is brightest blue and clear
and on hill slopes are grazing deer.
But this moor has an evil mind
and wicked ways it turns to find.
It summons up wildest weather.
Arctic blast and ice together
bring tumbling clouds of cumulus
to clump up as one leaden mass.
Then comes the pelt of sideways rain.
Some seconds on it's calm again.
A balmy breeze arrives to bring
the subtle scent of flowering ling.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2019
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