A most delicious calm has fallen, a stillness so noticeable in it's silence.
The wind had dropped and the angry hurtling storm clouds are resting.
The weather is still wintery
but it is at ease.
It feels as if everything, the trees, the fields,
the hedgerows and rivers are all breathing a sigh of relief.
We walked down to the nature reserve and felt appreciative of the lull.
The rivers, although still full have begun to return to their former relaxed burble.
The evidence of their tumultuous pace is littered along their banks.
Sandy banks have been replaced by rocky berms,
pebble beaches have been stripped clean.
New mini islands mid stream have formed
and old ones complete with their foliage have vanished.
Along certain banks, where debris is caught,
new treasures have been revealed.
Our eyes honed on to tiny chips of blue,
intricate old patterns,
We were delighted.
I have plans for these little trinkets.....