we can can see The weather of ‘Great Expectations’ fame
Lingers;
That mist envelopimg shrouds the land
The trees with branches silhouetted
In the gloom weighed down
And sough a muffled sound
Through fog which deepens
And dulls the fingered trees
As I protected by the glass
Can see a gloom
Impenetrable and deep
To end the day
A dampened air to cloak the earth
Anon.
My Devon Life 