also a cattle trough. Some low earthworks
are screened by encroaching birch -
the branches crowded in a silvered frenzy.
Sheep crop silently, bleat across the stillness.

There has been recent rain. A pool mirrors
beneath the quarry face which rises,
leviathan, from the surface.
The pool collects the sky, the silence.

And later the sky gathers up into snow, falling
fragile, sinking into the stillness, the pool, the waiting stone.