Sun and showers in Wharfedale

A gently winding track,
Thickly planted pines,
Open spaces,
Distant hazy hills too far to reach,
A marsh-bordered stream,
Cowslips, a great bonus to a frustrated town dweller!
A few drops of rain, not enough to soak,
Then out comes the sun again.
Off with the hats, unzip the jackets.
Joy is in the air, the delectable freshness,
No fumes, no constant spirit-wracking noise,
Just a rest for the soul which longs for peace.

Spring 2005