Spent an hour in the morning moving a wood-pile
from near the house where they need to lay pipes
to a copse I cleared two years ago
of a mountain of twenty year hawthorn and briar.
It was the remains of a large birch, mossy and lichen-ridden, riddled
with holes and splits.
There was a pleasure in the job as, so early, there was not heat in the wind.
Alone to my thoughts.
The wind was stirring the large leaves of a walnut tree