Swathed in shatterlings of creamy light
we will linger on the felted pasture
Under the sweet May boughs.
Soft and woody, the sound of the cuckoo
which chimes our secret footsteps.
And here, beyond glinting eyebright,
At the rippling edges of jewelled water,
We will share that hidden world
With the watchful deer.
For blackbird
who gives so much and asks so little in return;
whose friendship has been a great gift in the past year.
12 comments:
Oh, you've taken my breath away.
That is the most beautiful sight. Truly.
Especially the feather on the water.
(no, actually, all nice as each other)
Did you really see a deer?
I saw a deer in Norfolk, from the train, and no-one would believe me...
Thank you.
I wasn't going to do any commenting today but this is beyond beautiful in words and oh those photos!
You are a gift to us too Alice C.
Lovely, in so many ways.
Perfectly captured Alice (words and pictures).
Just beautiful, Alice
Exquisite................. thankyou..........
Hello, what beautiful words and pictures. I am sometimes known as Jackdaw so have a bird affiliation with you!
Gorgeous photos, Alice.
The deer is really a lovely shot -- we saw a similar sight yesterday afternoon, sans camera of course, across the fields behind a local church: several deer standing watching the world from a distance, and more hidden in the shade of the trees.
Lovely shots, lovely words.
N.
Fabulous post Alice! I'm coming back here for a walk. Isn't May just divine when the sun shines.
Lovely, lovely - thank you.
Stephx
that feather is extraordinary. Beautiful post.
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