South Cumberland, 16 May 1943
The sun has set
Behind Black Combe and the lower hills,
But northward in the sky the fells
Like gilded galleons on a sea of shadow
Float sunlit yet.
The liquid light
Soaks into the dry motes of the air,
Bright and moist until the flood of dawn;
Shoals of swifts round the market tower
Swim with fish-like flight.
Six days ago
The fells were limed with snow; the starlings on the chimney pots
Shook the falling flakes off their tin feathers.
May gives a sample of four seasons’ weathers
For a week on show.