From the poet, Mantz Yorke
Green dominates the northern slope,
for plants below the Cleveland Way grow
lush in this damp ground. Other hues
are scattered, merely playing bit-parts
on this stage: sorrel’s ox-blood sprays;
the pinks of clover and campion; buttercups;
bluebells and occasional clumps of violets,
the whole spectrum being recombined
in white stitchwort and the plantains’ fuzz.
Rain overnight has muddied the path...