January 31^st, 2020

Far off to the south are
Peaks like Pine-Needle and Nest-Hen,
Halcyon-Knoll and Brimmed-Stone,
Harrow and Spire Ridges faced together,
Elder and Eye-Loft cleaving summits.
When you go deep, following a winding river
To its source, you’re soon bewildered,
Wandering a place beyond knowing:
Cragged peaks towering above stay
Lost in confusions of mist,
And depth sunken far away below
Surge and swell in a blur.