The stone is not cold

The stone is not cold,
Grey words etched in gold lichen,
Warmed by berry flames.

After yesterdays excitements, it was a dull grey Monday today. The only bright thing I saw was this cotoneaster growing over a gravestone.....they really have reached their peak of redness now. It grows up from the base like a fire, and when you look at the stone it isn't just cold grey but all sorts of rich colours.