Plumed Spectre

I often hear the tawny owl calling from the conifer trees in the evening. It is such a comforting sound. It inspired me to write this poem The Plumed Spectre. Here is an excerpt. The Plumed Spectre A ghostly sight floats with grace, As he passes the moons shining face. This plumed spectre, silent and

Autumn Jewels

The woods are adorned with splashes of vibrant hues resembling an artist’s pallette. Walking through the woods brings relaxation and a sense of calmness. Nothing else matters, a time to unwind and enjoy this wonderful environment. Autumn Glory An artist’s palette of vibrant delight, Painting the wood, a glorious sight. Red and orange, yellow and

Silver Birch

Silver Birch Snowy branches glow Against vibrant golden leaves Dancing in the breeze Sue Wood