Upon The Moors Poem by Phil Soar

Upon the windy moors I sat alone and watched the sky turn charcoal grey
Smothered by the solace, I watched the world move on its way
I tracked a bird of prey as thermals held it in its grasp
I thought of life and nature and the spell it always casts

The wind that cut across my face seemed borne of air and water
A swirling torrent building up, the rain came as nature’s daughter
While moments changed my actions, as I sought for warmth and cover
The weather played conditions as a boyfriend would a lover

Caressing all the land and sky, and teasing out a storm
Where air flow meets the cold and wet, and undercurrents form
I hid beneath a cloak of mist, and sat inside the cave
And just enjoyed the atmosphere, that crossed the land like waves