The cold, hard, ground engulfs your bones,
Seek the warmth,
For she is ready to take your breath.
The winter has descended and my time has come, sweeping the lands I seek. I follow waiting for a glimmer of descent. Human extremes and mistakes a seek.
A lonely soul, lost on the moors, trembling with frozen fear. Stay close, I will numb, seeping deep within. Light fading as the warmth recedes.
© 2020 L Jeffrey – Hob Hill
Ever since I remember, I've had a passion for nature. As a child walking to the park was a highlight, the old oak trees twisting up high, the green spaces spread as far as I could see, the foliage with specks of colour in every corner and the vast sky overhead. Taking me away from the busy city and the stresses as a child and now adult. Living in North Yorkshire, I have access to the moors, forests and coast. There is nothing like immersing yourself deep into the forests, closing your eyes and listening to nature, or looking out to the inspiring coastline, to help reset your mind. My love of nature and folktales inspired me to make Hob Hill my home to display my art. The In-between section is a little fun, adding a little extra to my photos, see if you can see the subtle changes I've made?
