Mid-Winter Magic, Ingleborough

I.
Following a pathway of foot-jewels to the capsized summit

II.
Leaving low lying lands whose gyres and waterfalls climb

III.
Entering the site of undecided cloud wars

IV.
My shadow touches the trig-point leaving my body’s mechanics behind

V.
Clouds volley my shadow into the valley

VI.
Ash trees shake snowfall down limestone’s spine

VII.
Crescent moon blinks a snow-smile and winks out until next time