The sun shone white in a haze of late afternoon mist;

Merging into the palest of blue skies.

A gentle breeze rippled through the air;

Drifting up from the lower levels of the valley.

The land was ancient moorland;

Sloping down towards the mire;

Ancient stone walls draped in moss;

Sketched the boundaries of centuries..

Trees with fine branches stand alone in solitary grace;

Old oaks stand tall with marbled trucks patterned with lichen;

Cows and horses graze heartily on succulent herbs and grasses.

There is a stillness, a calm with a gentle rhythm;

A bassline to melodies of birds singing and bees humming.

I came across a circle of ancient trees;

Standing together like a formal family gathering;

Surrounded by a broken wall of low lying stone.

I sat there for a long time drinking in the scene;

Listening to nature's tune;

Marvelling at the beauty of days like these.

by Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf

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