I run in Shadows

I run in shadows in the sunken lane  
And look above to laden oak leaved boughs 
And see the turn from green to orange hue 
And feel the sun go down in quickened hours.

On bracken fronds the webs are spun and clear 
The wispy threads of clematis hang low 
The Spindle with its orange fruits of fire 
And leaves are kicked upon the road below. 

The hedgerow fruits are laden and so ripe 
For Crumbles and for  jams for winter store
The apples drop and bruise upon the ground 
The lane is  dark and the air is raw.

The sun sets brightly low in western sky 
The reddish glow sets the world
On fire  
The  dew already heavy on the grass 
As I head home ready to retire.