Skipton Castle stood massive grey
surrounded by the rush and splash of water.
Rain raked and rent the air with silver rods,
lashing the feather nakedness of winter branches
which sought the solace of the winter sun.
The ivy smothered elms,
the mossed trunks of ancient oaks,
Below, the mud bogged narrow path,
divided medieval moat and modern drainage channel.
White foam fleeced stark banks,
all bleak and starved of colour,
but for an edge of green,
and the silver of the water.