Blencathra
Storm clouds threaten above you,
long fingers of mist sneak down
ready to trap the unwary,
dark ridges lead to your wind torn summit;
attracted yet repelled
today I reject your enticement
Devil’s Peak legendary home of Affallach.

Morning frost shimmers like pearls
on a patchwork palette,
sun warms our backs as we leave
the gorse and cross your soft slopes

we are urged on by a gentle wind
as a zigzag path beckons us on
towards the pommel of a green saddle

making new memories, recalling old
we hug and celebrate at the summit cairn.

today you are home to the Creator
who has spread out his artistry before us
under a blue awning.

Heather

A line describes the land I see as time and days stand still
My sketches weave their magic Web of  marks and scratchy hills
Building layers thick with colours peeping from beneath
Like sunlight on a field of heather sharp with bud and leaf
Broken fence posts break my line and reign my patterns gait
Herding patchwork textures deftly anchoring their weight 
If you look closely you might find a place you used to know
Or even better still create somewhere you want to go. 
LW