Pilgrims for a while ...

I placed a stone upon the cairn - 

Each stone marked a passage across the moor - 

I remembered the dark river we'd crossed, the winding path upwards through the trees - 

Wind stirred the heather -  

Peregrines sought tender prey - 

I thought of all those who had passed this way, pilgrims for a while, unaware of their journey's end - 

13.20

Tuesday 25 July 2017

Carlton Moor

Yorkshire