May drips her blossoms over spindly briars,
Arums shouldering wild garlic woods.
Cuckoo song breaks melodious notes
Whilst Willows dance in Spring’s light breeze.
Dippers feathers ruffle diamond drops
Kingfishers dart orange through minnowed streams.
Frogspawn masses move as one
And the Oak now clothed in her Summer leaves.
Mists blown in across the valley
Rain whispering its way across the ridge,
Taking the view in its wake
Just the larches dripping their branches
Sighing and shivering with the drenching
Muted church bells in distance peel
Ash silhouettes loom from low clouds touch