A Misty Day....

'Tis a misty day in the forest, 

with occasional passing thunderings. 

When I walk in the wood on a day such as this, 

I walk gently with eyes on the ground. 

There! 

a bit of bright orange,  

tucked beneath green grass and clover.

I delight in purply outlines 

and electric-orange spots 

 and tinier textures and dots... 

and sweet little quadra-pod toes. 

Further afield I went today - 

  to the river for stories and stones. 

On my way I saw layers of greens,

and red-budding trees,

and a white-belted cow looking at me...

on break from trimming the grass. 

 Fog draped the farm....

and the top of a hill, 

slow moving river -

all was quite still. 

Back in the wood, 

the sun danced 

with the beech.

Drops collected on a leaf, 

and a pink perfect wonder.

Cold winds and more thunder, 

sent the cat to hunker down under. 

Where?

 I do wonder...

 He'll come home dashing, 

between thunder and flashing. 

We'll curl by the fire,

(of this we never tire)

me,

and a 

 soggy, old cat.