Tuesday trees: in conversation
This late in the year it is only the oaks, of the deciduous trees, that still have any foliage worth mentioning. At the edge of the woods, the sun slants across the field to kindle their leaves to flame. Warming themselves before the tawny glow, the beech, pine and oak lean this way and that, nodding gravely to each other in a conversation of such leisurely length that only the trees can follow it.
If you are fond of Entish fancies, you might like Do the twist.