Bare branches stark against the sky.
A labyrinthine tracery
Of twigs and twiglets which defy
The winter gales successfully.
As they have done for centuries
And will no doubt for years to come
A barrier of living trees.
Which still provide a home for some
Small wild creatures seeking safety
A sheltered spot where they can hide
In relative security
From dangers threatening outside.
They form their own communities
Within the hedgerows boundaries.
Monday,31 December 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem