Futile Photos

a February freezing fog
the dawn hasn't done its job
the streets still grey and sleepy

up the Greenfield Road
the grey is whiter
and we walk hopefully onto the moor

losing sight of the road in the mist
we climb and surely it is getting warmer, brighter?
near the summit we are in bright sunshine,
turn and see the tops of clouds spread below our feet

filling the valley below, bright sunshine,
billowing clouds stretched sky
and there standing proud - the top of the mast

alone in that rolling sea of white
that tower of babble on Emley Moor
and we on Black Hill stood elated too.

I took a few pictures before we walked back into the mist
but when I view them later on screen
the tower isn't there and the rolling sea
has gone - just a white haze
stretching to the empty blue.