Rolling hills of green and brown

Autumnal fruits shimmer in the low sun

Nettle carpetted fields sweep 

As raptors soar above calling to each other

The Welsh beacons sit on the horizon

Tsunami waves stuck in time

Holding coal and slate up to the English border

Deer hidden in a cloak of bracken and

Nervous pheasants rustle through cornfields

Salmon light of sunsets sparkle on the wye

As the blues turn grey and light is lost

In Herefordshire’s garden.