When
A clutch of glistening red berries
Glistening with dew
Hang low on a laden Rowan tree
And catch your eye

When
The first leaf of Autumn to fall
Drifts past in the breeze
Forgetting
It burst into life
A few short months ago
In the Spring

When
A bee hovers before your face
And looks you right in the eye
As if to say “I am the universe, right here –
Don’t look around for grander things”

When
A cloud scurries past the sun
Changing its shape swiftly
So you can hardly catch its form
Then fades, and thins again
To nothing

When
Home comes into view
A pile of stone and stuff
Which will engulf and comfort you
The minute you walk through the door