A POEM A DAY - OAK CARPET



The other day I sat on dusty earth surrounded by a crunchy oak carpet under a beautiful old oak tree. It was early morning, by 8am it is too hot too walk very far. I was worried by the dryness of the land and the tree, its canopy not looking lush and green but browning and autumnal. A dry leaf fell on my lap as wind blew through the branches. I hope it survives the next few months of heat without too much damage, awaiting September rains. 






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