It’s a beautiful day…
Clotted cream clouds
Close enough to touch,
Pierced by sun rays
Caressing the moor.
Golden gorse; purple heather;
Fronded green bracken;
Glorious patchworked vista -
Ah Dartmoor!
To the top!
Blow away cobwebs
Of previous aches and pains.
Briskly walking, then scrambling
Over slated pathways
And rocky outcrops
Up the Tor! Breathe!
