Looking into Borrowdale

You can't tell here but the bog myrtle was adding some lovely winter colour to an otherwise dullish but very cold day very much filled again with events down south.

What's Human - Jean Atkin

Outside under
this field of stars
in a frost that slows
the blood

we are the dark.

We hold in a creel
of air
what's human

and stretch out
our fingertips
to the whorl of galaxies

to feel for what's not there.