From the Forest Floor

Drawn on whispered breath
Of wind
The scent of pine
On upturned branches
Caressed by
The sentiment
Of a winter sun
Channeling the
Powder blue
Funnel of sky.

Spent leaves of Autumn
Spun into
Drifts of
Gold carpet
Under soft feet
Startling a wood pigeon
Breaking the spell.
Walking the dogs at Mamhead Devon

When we escape the wind, mist and rain that we’ve had all day and venture North East 30 mins to find a completely different day. Pepper the Whippet hates rain -what a joy to find dry leaves!

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