Summer day on the hill


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.