Musings of the mind

Dovedale tree




In solitude I amble along the coastal path

As a gentle rain falls lightly on my brow

The sweet perfume of freshly cut bracken

Pervades my mind as butterflies dance gracefully

I catch tantalising glimpses of the sea

Through a curtain of trees

As it laps gently against the shore


Alan Roberts

16th August 2003


The Lake

Unusual tree


Rain falls in sheets

The first for so long

Rocks and roots are slippery

As the path turns to mud


This is the first verse of a poem I wrote some years ago, and i thought it fitted this image taken yesterday morning, I think the impression given is a very low angle shot , whereas in fact the tree is lying in Windermere.

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