I thought, as we had some very dramatic sunlight skies in the last week or so, I would get out and about with the camera for painting ideas. It was far too windy this particular day to sit about to sketch, but this is my interpretation of one scene at home in the warm! The sky was fabulous that day dark clouds rolling in broken waves with sunlight between.
This area of land is only a few miles away and is very picturesque with a small lake, now a nature reserve, nestling in a dip in the hill. I must get further on next time out with the camera – up to the forest, where the beech woods are.
WIND IN THE BEECH WOOD – Seigfreid Sassoon
The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing
Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays
Beckon and shift like lissom creatures dancing,
While the blown beechwood streams with drifting rays.
Rooted in steadfast calm, grey stems are seen
Like weather-beaten masts; the wood, unfurled,
Seems as a ship with crowding sails of green
That sweeps across the lonely billowing world.
O luminous and lovely
Let your flowers, Your ageless-quadroned wings, your surge and gleam,
Drown me in quivering brightness: let me fade
In the warm, rustling music of the hours
That guard your ancient wisdom, till my dream
Moves with the chant and whisper of the glade.