Diamonds in the Hedgerow

I have a special treat for you today sharing as I am this post from my husband’s blog. Terry took the photographs when we were out walking one morning last week.  It was murky and cold when we left home, but as the sun rose it transformed an ordinary walk into something quite magical. The photographs were taken in and around Henstridge, Somerset, which is where we live. 

I wander in a valley full of mist today,

In cloud so low I feel its breath.

The scattered villages ghostly ride

Upon a sea of fine white silk,

Float silently among the fields.

Through muslin-curtained sky

I glimpse the sun's pale disc; 

He finds no welcome here

And hurries on to warm some other hillside.

Nothing in your web will you catch today, spider! 

It hangs in the hedgerow

A vision of bright diamonds.

Patient cattle in the yard

Breathe soundless clouds.

No flight of bird disturbs the grey-lit sky

Nor song delight the ear.

The muffled stream withholds its playful voice,

Glides softly on its way.

I turn aside

And through the enfolding air I trace again my homeward road.

Valley of mist by Les Derbyshire

Photographs © 2016 Terry Fisher Photography