Blown away the wind was today
no breath among the leaves
only the stir of little sounds
as we passed up the paths
padding the softened earth
the stones and roots between
so quiet among the firs
their pillared trunks
the light in the dark scene
moss and toadstools
sprouting from each dead or fallen tree
stripes of white shone through the gaps
and at the top the widened view spread out
in sunshine Oslo the fjord
the sky the house roofs parks and trams
so far below
no rattle no screech of brakes
just silence
broken only by the falling leaf
its landing recorded brown
Margaret Ann Waddicor 10th October 2017
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
Blown away the wind was today
no breath among the leaves
only the stir of little sounds
as we passed up the paths
padding the softened earth
the stones and roots between
so quiet among the firs
their pillared trunks
the light in the dark scene
moss and toadstools
sprouting from each dead or fallen tree
stripes of white shone through the gaps
and at the top the widened view spread out
in sunshine Oslo the fjord
the sky the house roofs parks and trams
so far below
no rattle no screech of brakes
just silence
broken only by the falling leaf
its landing recorded brown
Margaret Ann Waddicor 10th October 2017
We try to walk in the woods every day, most often 1-2 hours, but sometimes 3hrs. Thereby keeping fit in every way. One of us is 92yrs old!! Still walking fast up the hills!
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