Nature Is A Very Lonely Place

It was a joy to see six cormorants return To the lake this morning along with a stork. They had been absent for many months As the fishermen scare them away. I walk around there so often I notice the Changing of the seasons, particularly when Trees die or are blown over in high winds Or left hanging precariously over the path. You get to know people, yet you do not Know them as you only pass the time of Day, or stop to talk to their dog for a minute Or help a fisherman land his catch. Many young mums and courting couples Walk a few laps as it's only one mile Around its one path and doesn't take Long, I can do it in sixteen minutes. The walk starts in the car park and ends in The car park however many circuits you Do, and there is a cafe opposite to relax Afterwards to meet friends for a coffee. The trees are mostly bare now, particularly The London Plane trees facing the main Road by the brewery where people get an Amazing aroma when they are brewing. At the other end, there is a wooden bridge Over the tributary stream feeding the lake Where people have put love locks and, Like me, feed the woodland birds. It's place where you can switch off or rest For a while with friends on a park bench, Or even write a poem leaving the rat race Behind, I've even painted there, It's a place to meet for a walk and talk Yet it is a very lonely place on your own, Even at nine thirty in the morning when I get there, nature is just waking up.