Nature provides 'a limitless job creation scheme for poets', and Julian Colton proves more than equal to the task in Cold Light of Morning. Flashes of a personal and a wider historical past illuminate the poet's present, but this is no sentimental journey: 'there is no going home or going forward'. A Manchester-born poet, now living in the Scottish Borders, Colton writes with a 'strong sense of place and a bleak sense of foreboding for the future'.
