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.
