All things must pass...

A poem about the Yorkshire Moors

Cracked reflections
of life passing through
the broken present

through lingering layers
of stratocumulus
damp blankets are worn

in misted memories
another lost sheep found
in mounds of monotony

seek the council of crows
to rise into the blue
above the clouds

in streams of consciousness
wander like rivulets
gouge out deep valleys

where slithers of sunlight
slowly break free
behind grey barriers

the beasts of the moor
pacified with warmth
bask in beauty

as clouds have passed
embrace the present
through cracked reflections.

© D.Hinson

Author's Note

I didn't want to break the flow of this. Inspired by Sylvia Plath.

Reviews

[Lexi Nicole]

Very well done. I love the rhythm and flow of this, and the language and imagery are wonderful! Nice work!

-Howl