The Gilded Wood

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There are wonders to be found

In a gilded wood

Damp in melted frost,

Awash with ancient sunshine,

Alive with the chattering rush of squirrels,

The honking goose,

Birdsong of a thousand melodies,

The subtle crunch of damp leaves

And hidden bogs of sucking mud.

My breath rises in a white cloud

To the amber canopy.

Dying, the leaf is most beautiful.

May I age as splendidly.


Mother Hen

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Photos taken today in Burnham Beeches, Buckinghamshire on iPhone 6s Plus.

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