The weathercock points its beak in a mottled blue sky
and tones of yellow and gold and rich brown fill the woods
a lone leaf rests its golden head on the fence
and the beech leaves glint in the afternoon sun
The green grass receives an eiderdown of copper
and the wooden bench beckons as I turn back to go home
Down the hill, back to my neighbourhood and admiring the colourful Larch trees on the way.
I'm so fortunate and grateful to have all these lovely areas
within easy walking distance of the town in which I live.
