Up Mortimer’s Forest 12/2/17

By Rhiannonw

Mon, 16 Jan 2017
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Early morning –
a sprinkling of snow
shining in the sun,
children out chattering
in the garden before school;

soon melting,
drive north,
icing dusting the hills,
stroll up the forest
over whitened paths;
up, up til far views
west, north, east –
rolling misty ups and downs,
little snow out there,
a big blue sky
bright cotton-wool-ball clouds;
then down through leaf-strewn, frost-free paths,
sink through deceptive leaf layer
into deep slushy mud.

Certificate U
Poem
Countryside explorations
Nature
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

As always Rhiannon I enjoyed your poem which reminded me a lot of the many walks we have here in Wiltshire. That sprinkling of snow didn't really come to much here either, by the afternoon it was all gone.

Thank you for sharing your stroll.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny. I didn't realise you lived in Wiltshire. Glad you enjoyed the little stroll up here! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

I can picture you out there Rhiannon, driving through light dusty snow and splashy slush.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Elsie. There's nothing like squelching into oozy mud if you've got the right footwear on! Rhiannon