A POEM A DAY - OAK OWL



On a day our minds are overwhelmed with the reality of the Amazon burning, I look out over our trees. The holm oak trunks were moist yesterday after the recent rain but looking up at the canopy, the leaves looked dry and stressed. Enough rain fell to dampen down the pine needles and reach the earth but the hillside is still suffering after the long, hot summer. I hope the Autumn rains come early to help reduce the constant risk of wild fire.  

This oak is one of my favourite trees. A lost branch has left the owl face looking out over the countryside while overhead the pigeons fly. 




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