An hour later
Lumpy porridge sky
Dismal and rather depressed
Copper leaves now appear dull
Sort of black
Clearly the hue coming originally
From the sunlight
Rocking Beech
More of a slow dance
Waving Cherry
Trying to rise a bit
North wards blue sky floating
Preamble for a twilight time
It’s still the second of August
As I speak more light floods into the picture
But the sun clearly has gone West
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.