Place…

Continuing on a poetry theme… I came across this by Brian Turner while I was blog hopping:

Once in a while
you may come across a place
where everything
seems as close to perfection
as you will ever need.
And striving to be faultless
the air on its knees
holds the trees apart,
yet nothing is categorically
thus, or that, and before the dusk
mellows and fails
the light is like honey
on the stems of tussock grass,
and the shadows are mauve birthmarks
on the hills.


These pictures were taken in the Lake District last October…  a holiday when the weather was perfect all week 🙂