Under the Fagus Tree
As the leaves brown,
They float to the ground,
Under the fagus tree.
Animals sing out,
Whilst new plants sprout,
And the crows around flee.
Jump across the bales of hay,
Until the sun sets for the day,
Knowing the jobs are now put to rest.
Paddocks stocked up,
Like the brim of a cup,
A good stir happens often.
The crops have drowned,
And flooded all around,
It's all past the extent.
Wispy clouds above the grove,
Staring upwards as we drove,
Wishing for our accepted request.
Copyright © Writing Muse | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment