The Winter Countryside
In wintertime Not less do I love the rolling meadows, Little hills and woods, the ancient orchards, Nestling farms and cottages in garden plots Of this fair land that west of the Tamar lies. Not lessened is my love beneath grey skies As now rain’s grey and chilling curtains sweep In silent saturation on the land.
Beneath translucent veils of pearl- grey mist The winter landscape lies and with soft voice The winter spirit pleads with us to see No less a beauty in her softer hues, In grey enshrouding rain clouds, Misty fields, stark symmetry of dark trees, In rich brown soil new ploughed and everything In nature dressed in subtle, sober tones. No less, for me, a beauty in these Than summer’s hectic colour cavalcade.
A misty morning at Minions on Bodmin Moor, Cornwall, with South Phoenix Mine engine house silhouetted in the distance.