We set off on our Solstice walk
with the idea we would look for signs of new life arising.
We could see some…
…thrusting daffodils and reserved oak buds…
but things gone were more in evidence
We found that the story being told was different from the one we were seeking.
Trees stood still and stark – inscrutable
Having stripped themselves bare
and passed on their surplus
revealing the buzzards’ hidden nesting
they are concentrating on keeping their feet in the ground
holding fast
into the mystery of what is down below.
Some have had a rough time this year
some are bent and battered
some have given up
but most know when to concentrate on the inside.
A few attempt seasonal decorations – grand dressing
or hidden globes
but most are happy to remember
wait
and pause
Gribin Isaf 
As always an evocative and pertinent report of Beth’s searching eye and pinpoint, superb photography. Thank you.
I try to look at the beauty of what is around me when I walk but it stores only in my mind’s eye and then gradually fades.
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