A follow on to The Cheddar Gorge post, at the risk of splitting the visits, who knows maybe there will be more.
Yew tree, red berry eyes,
watching the woodcutter choosing.
Dark Green winter colour.
The barefoot girl, testing the ground,
feeling the world.
Slight smile and winter white skin.
Smooth rock and sliding eyes feel the pull,
gravity could mean nothing, up here, down there.
A step joins the two with a single line.
Sinuous travel, everything is moving,
take only what you can hold in your memory,
there is no pattern, only movement.