A grey forlorn sky
\nWith lighter silvery edges
\nA stillness
\nNO I tell a lie
\nA denseness in the hedges<\/p>\n
The Beech still clothed in gold and orange
\nThe cherry green and brown
\nIts almost 3 in the afternoon
\nAnd the suns still shining down<\/p>\n
A brilliant white its molten hot
\nLittle movement in the air
\nAlthough it seems to be livening up
\nThe drama we may share<\/p>\n
A rustle could the dryads being promising
\nSomething more
\nClearly somethings happening
\nDeep down in the core
\nIn the knots and furls perhaps
\nWhere actually less is more <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading