Time of the young old
The hedge once black twisted iron
now enhanced with leave,
Swallows building their nests
under the cottage eves.
In orchards over nigh
there spreads rosy haze,
Swelling blossom new on
Clustered branches display
scene is changing every day,
new beauties come into sight.
Trees once dark against sky
Now caught in threads of light
Outlines soften in the sunlight,
Colours darken in the quiet rain
And old man time is young again.
© C.R.Oakes 2008 - contact me at; woody@heartofoakes.co.uk