A time to reflect

The Autumn has been glorious here on Skye with crisp frosty mornings and clear blue skies. Here are some images of nature at its best.

“Nature at its best”

Here is a wonderful poem written by John Clare


I love the fitful gusts that shakes

The casement all the day

And from the mossy elm-tree takes

The faded leaf away

Twirling it by the window pane

With thousand others down the lane

I love to see the shaken twig

Dance till the shut of eve

The sparrow on the cottage- rig

Whose chirp would make believe

That Spring was now flirting by

In Summer’s lap with flowers to lie

I love to see the cottage- smoke

Curl upwards through the naked trees

The pigeons nestled round the cote

On dull November days like these

The cock upon the dung-hill crowing

The mill -sails on the heath agoing

The feather from the Raven’s breast

Falls on the stubble-lea

The acorns near the old crow’s nest

Fall pattering down the tree

The grunting pigs that wait for all

Scramble and hurry where they fall

John Clare