After days of icy winds and frozen water, the snow fell again last night.
Tree and branch, heath and gorse were lost beneath glistening white. A commoner`s cow had lost her companions and strode anxiously across a strange landscape, lowing plaintively until she was answered by more cattle, somewhere in the gorse up on the hill.
Ponies searched for holly in a hedgerow. Pulling on a branch with her strong teeth, the bright bay mare dislodged a sudden shower of icing sugar snow onto her back.
The old , white-grey mare dozed in fitful sunlight.
Hazy white clouds, powder blue skies and a tracery of glistening snowy trees.
Searching for food among holly leaves. In the old hedge bank are rabbit holes beneath the tangled roots.
The view across the moor............
.....and up to the ancient hill fort, covered now with snow topped gorse and trees.
Looking up into a beech tree, I found a broken branch, lodged amongst its fellows, waiting for wind or storm to send it crashing to the ground.
Out of the bosom of the air,
Out of the cloudfolds of her garment shaken,
Over the woodlands, brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, soft and slow
Descends the snow.