The 7 trees

The seven trees

Once bare limbed

Gather their summer robes

Swirling around them

As they dance in the wind

Luminescent bursts of light appear

Through hand span sized leaves

Olive green, yellow ochre

Dipping and swaying in the wind

Shadows moving

as the sun arches

Its way across the sky

Leaves, olive green

On grey cloudy days

Yellow on sunny days

Against diamonds of light

Draw a curtain across the busy road

So briefly we see no cars race by