I often hear the tawny owl calling from the conifer trees in the evening. It is such a comforting sound. It inspired me to write this poem The Plumed Spectre. Here is an excerpt. The Plumed Spectre A ghostly sight floats with grace, As he passes the moons shining face. This plumed spectre, silent andContinue reading “Plumed Spectre”
Silver Birch Snowy branches glow Against vibrant golden leaves Dancing in the breeze Sue Wood
Wonderful Nature traNquility enchAnting theaTrical natuRal vibRant bejEwelled Sue Wood
Butterflies Adorning the sky, like tiny fires burning, lighting up our world. Sue Wood I filmed this peacock butterfly in the garden while, enjoying the beautiful Summer weather.