It is a damp, dark and foggy November day. The sort of day which feels rather dreary and lends itself to squashy sofas and log fires rather than energetic walks and outdoor exercise. It is a day for baking cakes and making hearty soups. Outside it feels as though the earth is sinking to rest until next spring. And yet when we stirred ourselves and walked across the fields, there was something magical about the misty, silent world where only the hardy venture ..
Silver With Cobwebs You can walk through the dark, Make no sense of the day That went before And brushed your dreams away. Then look up to check That the moon's still in place, Peering through the clouds, With a smile on its face. You can walk through the tunnel Feel your way in the mist To find quiet fields Laid out like a gift; Silver with cobwebs Spun as you were sleeping, A glimpse into fairyland, That is yours for the keeping. You can be pulled by the river That hurtles to the sea Or go with the flow And decide to be free, You can let your fears Drift past on the tide, Let the wind dry your tears And peace be your guide. You can forget what you have When the ground seems to shift, And shout at a world That has cast you adrift. Then remember the blessings Too many to list That will warm your soul Like a lover's kiss. You can look to your memory See who was there Before all your plans Were plotted with care. One who sends love In all that this is; A handful of words To last through the years. L.M.H.