Livid bruised the clouds in glowering ferment,

of purple grey , of black and brown.

Gilded highlights hint the obscured glory,

Silent tumulus , all stones cast down.

So seeming Nature  here conspiring

Reveal a face of God she gives not leave.

Yet pierced by beams of lambent beauty,

Divinity’s bar code I perceive.


Wonderful words from my friend the poet D.E. Siddons inspired by the Peak District seem to fit perfectly. Billy Bye’s video of the day is below.