Glaciated uplands

[beaufort]

We pull our clobber from the boot,
shod with cleats and rain-proof macs,
sauna in the morning flask,
gated steps then onto copse,
slurry tanks and cattle troughs.

Sliding echoes of glacier sheets, wish "echoes" could be one syllable
grinding teeth crunch frozen rocks,
an apple bite arête, might leave this comma out
sinks deep inside the corrie,
whilst ribbons fill in flurries.

Mud slips ragged as mountains run,
drumlins smooth as fresh laid eggs,
moss filled pillows and bracken beds,
fauna threads through limestone walls,
Poo sticks raced down waterfalls. like the Poo sticks!

The wind sits down to catch a breath,
cakes and lake unfolded foil,
chocolate browns burnt carrot on gold, might leave out "on" and leave off the comma
draped in heather's lilac skirt.
Autumn asks the treetops sway
if wing and leaf can play today.

Lovely to read aloud, a pleasure. Really wouldn't need to change a thing. Just thoughts. Thanks.