Monday, 20 July 2009

Woods near the water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, morning.

There are tiny forests in the emerald clumps of moss, and a chapel in the wood, not three feet high, formed by the arches of a dead tree's exposed roots .

2 comments:

The Crow said...

Your words create such a vivid image for me, Lucy. I can almost see it.

:)

Crafty Green Poet said...

that's a lovely description...