User Review( votes)
Grasmere, February 2016
written by: Vicky Loftus
The clouds aren’t lonely today
They coat the sky, leaving patches of blue between their cotton wool outlines.
(No wonder Wordsworth had so much to write about)
Same mountains, different century.
A watercolour landscape of green.
The illusive early-spring sun singeing their peaks
battling against biting breezes.
All at once I saw a crowd
amongst the daffodils,
arms reached out, phones at hand.
Photographs last longer but don’t capture feeling,
the understanding of sublime.
#Nofilter can express that.