Poet & Freelance Creative

I experience fear when the valley vanishes entirely into mist. At the point when I no longer see undulating curtains of rain, like aurora; instead I’m gazing over the auburn edge of bracken into white. I felt alone before. Beautifully alone to sing, to greet particularly fine herdwicks as I pass. Suddenly, I’m aware of…

Should they be used interchangeably? These terms I’m grappling with to express what connection could be with, is with. I don’t think so but right now this is how I perceive them: Land is alive, it has expression and character; it responds and can be injured; it is impossible to separate from its wider ecosystem;…