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Cold Morning in Borrowdale<\/strong><\/p>\n On the frozen, silent valley floor, all wire is barbed The mist rises and the valley breathes clear. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n David McVey<\/strong> lectures in Communication at New College Lanarkshire.\u00a0 He has published over 100 short stories and a great deal of non-fiction that focuses on history and the outdoors. He enjoys hillwalking, visiting historic sites, reading, watching telly, and supporting his home-town football team, Kirkintilloch Rob Roy FC.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cold Morning in Borrowdale On the frozen, silent valley floor, all wire is barbed with tiny frost-spikes of pure cold light. The dead grasses, too, have white frost-thorns that melt and vanish under a finger\u2019s touch. The mist rises and the valley breathes clear. Clouds now screen the sky: through a gap a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11042","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11042","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11042"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11042\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11045,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11042\/revisions\/11045"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11042"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11042"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11042"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith tiny frost-spikes of pure cold light.
\nThe dead grasses, too, have white frost-thorns
\nthat melt and vanish under a finger\u2019s touch.<\/p>\n
\nClouds now screen the sky: through a gap
\na narrow silo of sunlight slants earthward
\nas if God is beaming up a faithful prophet.<\/p>\n