British summer landscape feels like a deep breath golden fields, a winding green path and skies that go on forever. Here’s a poem born from that quiet afternoon from Beckett park, Leeds
Wide skies unfold in layers soft and bright
With cotton clouds that drift on lazy wings
The earth spreads gold beneath the warming light
A canvas vast where quiet freedom sings
A ribbon green winds through the toasted grass
Pulling the eye toward the distant line
Each footstep whispers secrets as I pass
Of simple days and moments pure and fine
Old trees keep watch along the open field
Their branches heavy with the season’s green
They sway and murmur stories yet revealed
In breezes carrying what peace might mean
Here summer lays its hand on weary souls
With endless blue and paths that lead somewhere
No rush, no weight, just sunlight’s warm console
Reminding us that joy is always there
Does a summer walk in the countryside refresh you? What does this kind of open space make you feel? Tell me in the comments
