The winter wind whips at our hands and faces
The dull grey sky looms low overhead
But there's a reason why we are here
Something special is in the orchard, something beautiful
Something older than you and me but yet young and fiery.
We are not here for the fresh air or exercise
We've come to see the trees of the orchard
Stripped of their leaves and apples
But still standing strong with pride.
The only colour comes from the grass and the twining ivy
Covering the tree like a full head of shaggy hair
Daffodils bloom, butter cups twinkle
This dull place is teeming with life gearing up for spring.
Still and quiet
The orchard lies asleep
Resting, just calmly resting
In the freezing winter breeze.
I stand here
Cold but not lonely
Others all around me
The daffodil bright yellow
Popping its head out to another spring day
The grass quivering in the wind
The horse walking around silently
And the brambles pricking people
As they walk past.
In the orchard silent but not lonely.
One small shed
No light, so dull, not a sound
A sharp tangy smell of cider wafting through the air
Pheasant feathers of all colours tied up round the skull
The floor dampened and moist
Delicious smells of jams, mustards and jellies
My mouth watering with the look
Of all the fruit of the world,
So quiet, no machines whirring,
Just that lovely sweet smell,
Award winning eggs of all different sizes.
So many things in just one small shed.
Life in the orchard
Primroses sprinkled over the lush grass
Feather like clouds above the earth
Soft, cold, shivery, iron like, wind
The sound of cockerel's morning song
Lingers in the air
Such peace and tranquillity.
The orchard pony
The light thud of pony's hooves
Slowly nibbling the long green grass
Her mane flying in the strong wind
The soft touch of her warm neck
The gentle breeze of her hot breath
Trotting away under the apple trees
In the peace of the orchard, her home.