Evengale Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

While peaks for those
Of cantering, to filter leaves of
Brush and all, the westward contours
have their sheen for headlong accommodation.
Waylaid and present, do others
Leave in wonder. Vale of green,
And canopy of duskwrought grey,
From under oldenstone, as contrast
Wood from centuries past burns
New as supple fern.
The sylvan pictures give
A moment to be pondered,
If lonely.
Shelter midst the clouds, and broken:
Like the cliffs and fjords stand.
Underneath the summer do the
Rains prepare our steep descent.
Up to the lofty depths,
And down to the heights again.