Walking through a clear-fell mess of destruction in nearby woods.
Rippling, cloud-filled pools,
Neat-stacked logs amid chaos.
Wren reclaims his turf.
(27/01/12)
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First hints of Spring.
Blackbird song begins.
Spring perks up tired verges with
celandine bouquets.
(20/01/12)
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When you do get the occasional blast of sunshine, it’s almost shocking – and very beautiful.
The low sun transforms:
The rushes, needles of light;
Pools, blinding mirrors.
(13/01/12)
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Water, water everywhere…
Faded hillside shines.
All around are water sounds.
Frighted frog dives.
(06/01/12)