The Scene From Our Window
written by: Beverley Joughin-Robson
The dark-green, feathered baubles line
Or gather along the edges,
Rising gently into the distance,
Above emerald and golden-brown patches
The sun demands attention, moving
Gentle shadows across rectangles,
Resting, undisturbed by roaming cattle,
The divided farmland rises and falls.
The patchwork scene seems to multiply.
Beneath the blue-grey wisps of cloud-filled sky.
And from my window I admire the scene
In stillness, till life moves to intervene.
A passing flutter of white wings cross and are gone,
As the red kite floats calmly over the horizon.
A swarm of blackbirds, ink marks on the sky,
In rhythmic formation go passing by.
A rabbit statuesque beside the tree,
The dominant oak, years of history.
Its branches twist and stretch strangely,
From its heavy base and solidity.
There is a reluctance to leave this window, framed picture,
but the path beckons to open fields and adventure.
- The Scene From Our Window - June 23, 2023
