This week’s poem is celebrating the glorious colours starting to come on the trees. The turning of the trees signifies their season dying which in many cases coincides with their giving of life to many animals and birds through their berries.
The birds are eyeing up
the plump Rowan Berries,
singing and chattering
Dancing round and feeling proud,
they know that summers over.
They’re gathering up the bright red jewels,
they’re stocking up for winter.
When the cold winds blow
their feathers growing thinner.
They’re not sure
when they’ll feast again,
on such a scrumptious
By Helen Armet