These are the days
These are the days that pierce malaise
To bind with dazzling pause
Barn owls circle verdant fields
Love-edged by hips of rose
As valley’s kissed by prize of mist
I exhale my warmth in wonder
Senses greened by new serene
This spell of joy I’m under.
Okay, this last photo is shit but I wanted you to know, the owl bit was true!!!
Nice. I prefer it when you rhyme more and the use of pause and rose could only work in wonderful Yorkshire 😊😏
Au contraire. The barn owl photo is exceptional. Well done for capturing it. the only time I've seen one in the wild/daylight, I barely managed to keep my car out of a ditch (it was in Dorset). I know it's out of focus but the way the uniformity it gives to the fields, part pond algae - part trampoline, is glorious.
Today's weather was a gift. Especially after the dank drizzle of yesterday. I'm glad it lifted your spirits and inspired words to share with us.