from Brotherswater
Our
climb seems through thoughts levels.
Following the becks course, books
and such, till the valley
head
and scramble from combe to col
where hands do service
for feet.
Breathers at the halfway view
stand to tackle aesthetics
a minute, then bring the lake
round the hill with ten
more steps.
In the saddle of the ridge
fresh wind flexes the
spirit
and five words of love suffice.