Summer day on the hill
A short walk out on the hill today
Making my way up the country lane
A mile and a half there and back
The Ash trees are weighed
With bundles of samara
The rowan berries
Filling beginning
To slowly change
To that bright orange
Hawthorns stacked
With umbles of berries
And the beginnings
Of that red blush
That will fill thrushes
During winter days
And oaks show
The small green acorns
That will fill and grow
And squirrels and crows
Will feed on them
When days turn cold
And the old crab trees
On that wet lane corner
crowded with tiny
red tinged apples
An old tree fallen
Lies on its side
With an eye watching.
RAC
