A grey forlorn sky
With lighter silvery edges
A stillness
NO I tell a lie
A denseness in the hedges
The Beech still clothed in gold and orange
The cherry green and brown
Its almost 3 in the afternoon
And the suns still shining down
A brilliant white its molten hot
Little movement in the air
Although it seems to be livening up
The drama we may share
A rustle could the dryads being promising
Something more
Clearly somethings happening
Deep down in the core
In the knots and furls perhaps
Where actually less is more
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.