Misty and wet

Fine drizzle

Soaked to my bones

Grey hills, shrouded

Clouds drift along

Lost in the valley

Bright goldenrod

Lighting the gloom

A little bit of sunshine

On the side of the hill

Red rowan leans low

Heavy with berries

And my moorland oak

Hushes her secrets

Under a shower of finches

And pipits

Glimmering, whispering

tinsel and glitter

#poetry