Mist and Mistery

Mist and mystery

Dawn and dew

Wind in the willow

Headgerow in the meadow

Birds on the bough

Cloaks of oaks

Frost and forest

Gust and sleet

Floral frenzy

Sodden smell

Rumble of thunder

 

Now here's some recollections from the books  “The Winter Ghosts” :

 

Feeling the cold infiltrate the soles to get to toes

 

Looking back over my shoulder at the soaring mountains with their cloak of trees; sheer against the winter sky

 

The air was filled with the smell of pine resin

 

The pull of a branch releasing the aroma of damp earth

 

The sunlight filtered down through the canopy of bare branches

 

The countless dusk watching the sun sinking down into the earth

 

And then… Pinpricks of moonlight

 

I felt my heart expand with the beauty of it ; the same old world, but seen through new eyes

 

It was queer that my recollection of the evening was at odds with theirs