The beauty of early morning light;

Sun's rays ethereal, brilliant bright white; 

Catching a Spider's web, threaded in fine protein silk; 

Strong and extensible, beautiful in its own right.

The sweetest sight, in a sparkling morning light,

Plump and bright, the Rose Hips are out;

A treat for medicinal use, syrup, a nutritional delight;

Share fairly with the birds, this is their Winter food, their natural right. 

The Sun rises bringing heat to the earth; 

Warm water vapour meets cold air on the ground; 

A beautiful mist forms in low-lying clouds; 

Cobwebs glisten on tall plants as Spiders wait to catch their breakfast in the early hours.

A work of art, in golden threads and beads of gleaming light;

A carousel of crossing lines in perfect symmetry;

A never-ending network, strung from plant to tree;

Mother Nature never ceases to delight, mesmorising me.

The joy of an early morning walk, no folk about;

Only the birds waking; the Sun slowly rising;

Grass damp with dew, bright light in a misty, mystical heaven;

Cobwebs already woven, Spiders silently waiting, hiddden.

Siilhouette of an ancient tree, stopped me, made me take a breath; 

Such beauty, a privilege to see, so magnificent, the majesty;

Grand balances of branch and bough, strong, with an ivy skirt in vibrant green;

A master of time and place, of wisdom and natural grace, pure energy.

Oh, the calm, not yet a cold breath, cooling and crisp;

A low-lying mist, dew heavy on the ground, branches drip;

Birds sing softly in the waking hours, as the Sun rises higher and higher;

Embraced in the vibrancy of Nature, the bliss, the quiet.  

As the Sun rose above the hill, streaming rays through the trees;

At the old fence in the lane where the wild hops grow, I paused to breathe;

A tangle of leaves and ivy, glistening in the dew, and the view;

As if moments like these, were made especially for you.

Ivy flowers in dome-shaped clusters bloom from September to November;

Berries are an important food for Winter migrants, like the Redwing;

A source of nectar for Autumn insects, Hornets, Honeybees, Red Admiral Butterflies;

Roosting sites for bats and birds, a home for hibernating insects, and other tiny creatures.  

The air was cool and chill;

The light was bright and still;

The mist was beautiful, ethereal;

The morning was quiet and still, the day was fresh and new.