Poem, When I walked through the woods
This poem is a reflection on not only the seasons as they change around us, but also the changes going on in the world as well and how we can perhaps see them differently in the , ‘Light of the World,’ which is unchanging. It appeared in St George's, Cam, Parish Magazine January 2017. When I walked through the woods When I walked through the woods today, the leaves were not crisp and bright anymore. Time was clearly doing its work as they slowly, out of sight, joined the earth once again. There were places where golden leaves lay glowing on the ground, the last memory of a year beginning it’s gentle slide towards the darkest day. They shone though, and while damp, and soon to be mulch, they were a joy, in this gloom, in this day when the world seems to be trying to turn back the clock, rain clouds hanging, ready to pour forth, without thought or reason, just a reaction to absorbing so much, just so much, they can scarcely hold it in, until they le