#hedgerow

Autumn Hedgerow - Niki Bowers

British , b. 1965 -

The hedgerows in Cheshire are all iced in pale lace, it's breathtaking.

I snapped this from the car window in the rain to check if they're called Cow Parsley when I was web-led to this beautiful poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

The House of Life: 19. Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,—

The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:

Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms

'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.

All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,

Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge

Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.

'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly

Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:—

So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.

Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,

This close-companioned inarticulate hour