Rain on the Moor

Here on the moor
Rain closes you down

High Hilled Moor

Fog rose out of the valley
Where Hoar Oak Water runs
Swarmed up onto our hill path
Rose further to blot the sun

Dunkery

Lording over the moors and valleys, visible out to sea
Bold Dunkery, crowned with cairns ancient and modern

Exmoor evening

Bone cold moon lifts over  a sheep fold
Lights fleeces
Illuminates walkers breasting the darkening hill