Grey slivers of water, turn blue as the lake appears
and being just spring the still-leafless trees at the water’s edge allow sight of wind-filled sails, a boat tacks too and fro in the silent distance.
From the Professor’s Garden, from the shared bench within earshot of a stream falling in chaotic music of water on stone, a further view takes hold:
of woodland’s gathered green rising to a moor stained with rocks, and higher still the rust-brown fell. Beyond and above all becomes sky, its processions of clouds shadowing this laked land.
Brantwood on Lake Coniston was the home of John Ruskin (1819- 1900)