The Hill Poem by Paul Reed

The hill, draped in mist
When sun and rain disagree
Noises magnified through clinging air
And, somewhere hidden, the sea.

A suspension of time, a view obscured
An emptiness, a void, a ghostly place,
Up here on this forgotten hill
In this lonely space.

The old mill, roofless, toothless
A hollow husk of yesterday
Bars to stop the curious
Invade the sad display.

Outcrops of rock poking
Through huddled tufts of wiry green,
Rabbit warrens, spiders webs
But no-one to be seen.

A trodden path, a way unsigned
Where those before have gone
On sunny days when the hill was bathed
Before grey shadows grew long.

Now the autumn has come to grip
Now the hill stands bare
Now all thoughts turn to home
And all the comforts there.