Winter 2010; A Celebration.

It’s so clear in the freezer; the sky deeper.   Steam rises from the falls, turns grass stems to prayer flags, trees into wedding gowns.  The windows of the big house, shine gold and Thomas Payne’s excellent bridge burns like a biscuit      against moors of palest pink   Crystal deep, sparkling deer join cosy sheep In a warm circuit of silage, fermenting an uneasy friendship  in cloven harmony... Read more »