An Enchanted Place

out where nature’s solitude

soothes rampant fears of social

interaction and sickness, out

where the daffodils and bluebells

merrily sway, life blooms in

swelling melodies as birdsong

choruses greet dawn’s touch

 in cascading exhalations of

ecstatic joy trilled from atop

branches festooned in verdant

growth; where the rumble of a

distant tractor, a pheasant’s

croak, a barking dog, a church

bell’s doleful chime, all sound

in percussive accompaniment

to the buzz of an inquisitive

bee, the scrabbling passage

of a squirrel and the scuffing

tumble of rabbits amidst tufted

plants, each adding their own

part to a unique symphony, out

where nature’s solitude soothes

fears of social interaction and

sickness, out where the daffodils

and the bluebells merrily sway

Spring has well and truly arrived in the little woodland area. Being in lockdown because of the coronavirus pandemic, I’ve actually been visiting it even more frequently than I usually do. My daily walk always includes a wander down the tree lined path to the pond and stream at the end. I’m fortunate to live in such a quiet place that I rarely  encounter anyone else while I’m out. It’s great to be able to connect with the Earth and to absorb the calm that it can offer.

Here are some more pictures that I’ve recently taken.