Hills playing games in the mist,
“now you see me, now you don’t”.
White clouds part – a flash of blue,
then close – a curtain pulled across the sky.
Brambles nodding in the breeze
Rowan berries peak out from leaves
Nature’s hide and seek.
Wind through trees rustles and rushes
a waterfall of sound.
Bird song flies through the air
cheeping, “I’m here”.
There’s a sign in wood – To Waterfall
that points the way,
along a muddy path by a stream,
upwards, to the falls
where a cascade of water and sound
Nature’s palette before my eyes;
a riot of autumn colours
splashed on trees and bushes.
Ground covered with leaves,
a blanket for warmth;
for walkers, a slippery step.
Irene Lavery worked for the NHS for 40 years, laterally in healthecare education. Having taken early retirement, she is now enjoying life. Irene has a passion for cooking, reading writing and photography. She is an active member of University of the Third Age and attends several groups including Buddhist Thinkers, photography and creative writing. On a recent retreat to Dhanakosa, which inspired her poem, Irene rediscovered her love of poetry and nature.