Soothed by the great ancient Oak

The Great Oak’s
Grooves,
Soothes the
Lovers’
Mood.
Tearful sap
Moves along
A wrinkling
Life’s map.
Dryads hearing about
The endearing team,
Draw the lovers
To the healing scene;
Tying them forever,
Settling the great tree.

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Roaring Tourmaline wintery skies

Limbs of whimsical trees

Stretch and seemingly sneeze,

Retching in the icy breeze.

Through arches of Larch,

Over finials and pinnacles

Starlet particles dart

With elementals,

Soaring into a roaring

Tourmaline wintery

Infinity.

Glistening yield

Sauntering sodden fields,

Watching watery, wintery

Skies shyly shielding

A glistening yield:

Twinkling beaded seeds,

Wrought, listening reeds

Among apricot tinted

Streams and meads.

Around the village of Cople in Bedfordshire, there are many quiet country walks where because the land is fairly flat one can enjoy sauntering, seeing where one ends up just walking the many old footpaths and bridleways. My dogs are always happy splashing in puddles whilst I breathe in nature’s yield, watching a brown Hare or listening to nature’s harpsicord, the stream. Nothing was more magical than wandering along the track as the sun gradually sunk, gone for another wonderfully rich day.

In the company of trees

In the company of trees

We breathe

Feeling relieved.

As leaves fall

They kiss our tears

And listen to our

Fears,

Bathing us

In a spiced

Aromatic mist.