or an angel on this cold Essex day
soaring above the estuary
as white as the large snowflakes
gently dancing and descending to the water.
It's a magical sight watching them fall,
transient beauty by the sea wall.
In Epping Forest a woman carves her name
and that of a long lost lover
on a beech tree as she strolls
on copper leaves, relishing the peace,
an alluring place on the cusp of London
thinking again of the owl like a ghost,
nature at its best...on the Essex coast.