Poem of the week Towards The Downs

THE sun shines low

With clarity defining

Every undulation

Every hedgerow, every tree;

Shadows lengthen;

Rain-lush meadows glow-

All is calm

Before the autumn winds

Scythe through frost-bright leaves.

Sheep lie still

Peaceful, silent

Dwarfed beneath the hill

Until cocooned by evening cloud

With eye lids closed, content

They drift towards the dreamland spring.

Mary Hale