A winters stare,
Beautifully resonates in the air,
A clear sky, a frozen pitch,
I wonder if the beauty,
will last more than a few minutes,
The snapping of a twig,
which was once part of the untouched view,
A graceful swan as muted as I am in awe,
Gliding by,
Looking over by the hill,
The mist breathing through the grass,
as I pause once more,
The grandest of oaks, silhouetted by the rising sun,
Grips me to the core,
Only in England…
Say no more.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
A winters stare,
Beautifully resonates in the air,
A clear sky, a frozen pitch,
I wonder if the beauty,
will last more than a few minutes,
The snapping of a twig,
which was once part of the untouched view,
A graceful swan as muted as I am in awe,
Gliding by,
Looking over by the hill,
The mist breathing through the grass,
as I pause once more,
The grandest of oaks, silhouetted by the rising sun,
Grips me to the core,
Only in England…
Say no more.
