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