My Trees

Leafy foliage in a tangled mess
Like a bowl of my Dad’s pasta.
My two trees are strong
And shelter my beloved stable.
Protecting me from storms
That splatter and splash
As if I were in a kettle of boiling water
Bubbling.
The Autumn comes and
The leaves are redder than fire.
One of my favourite spots to sit
Is on a smooth grand dip.
It warms me.
The bark is surprisingly smooth
But flaky.
I love my splendid trees.