11 March – Coming home

High on Hanging Moor
on a wild Bronte day
when air and cloud merge
into endless biting grey,
breaking through the bleak
comes a pure haunting cry –
the first calling curlews
returning to home skies.
Advancing from the estuaries
to circle still-black heather,
summoning hidden hopes to rise
above the bitter weather.

11 March - Coming home