On Shaftesbury hill we paused and looked as somewhere, far away, the light was shining.
Autumn rain and mist had covered the vale but beyond the ridge, clouds had parted to create an opening in the dark, grey sky. With the wind on our faces we waited and waited for the light to come nearer, just a glint was all we wished for that day.
It didn’t come.
In sheltered lanes, beneath the hill, we walked through leaves
and found the seat where Summer butterflies had massed
on sweet scented buddleia.
Brown bracken now draped itself over bramble covered pathways where we knew hidden trails would lead to a gate, to a field, to a view
We know it’s there, we will come back and stand in the sunlit meadow again with bees and butterflies, flowers and tall grasses.
We now seek brightness in Autumn trees, golden leaves and holly berries,
crisp cold days with clear blue skies, different shorter days of light to be held and cherished in our gaze.