Giver

Nearing Catstye Cam

they quivered,

veined and sooty.

You prodded for ore.

Pushed a thumb

into Red Tarn.

Hollowed out

the softness

of summits,

livered beneath

the evening gloam.

My head tilted back;

a scale of grief,

borne before your

leaving.

You were

such a giver.