A pale wintery light floods the bare furrows As earth drops her mantle Laid bare to North Eastern winds Dark fingered branches Frame the scene And steal the unexpected glow Locking secrets beneath their bows Protection offered In elemental fusion As dry pine needles crunch beneath our boots We skim the forest edge Deliberately To keep the light And security of forest depths Deep in thought Until we turn for home And into the raw wind that rattles The towering pines Redemptive and free.
My Devon Life 