A Walk With Me

Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy as I pass the archway to the sea. Onwards to the village, busy cafes, the aroma of coffee brewing, as a power of teens gather, texting. I venture down a chestnut lined road under a canopy of Copper Beech where bright shafts of sun illuminate a lane of lavender a sea of perfume wafts the air. Climbing an incline, hills in view, the distant sobbing of water sounds a trickling brook emerges ambling through magenta heather and thorny gorse. I reach a stile, entrance to the woods where a carpet of frosted red cyclamen bleeds down to a deep dark glen. A chicory lake lies there, frozen as a mist uncurls between reeds. The granite hills, soft with snow, luminous against a whale grey sky. A copse of pine trees surround a curving river where trout pout, bubbling. At the fold of day, returning hom The pale sun sinks the horizon as stars tremble into a velvet night