A frosty walk.

[heslopian]

2nd edit.

I’m gleaning in the orchards.
The birds have pecked
and hollowed out, Is this comma needed?
the apple of my sty. A funny and clever perversion of the old phrase.
The sky above is empty,
devoid of blessings, free
of doves. Branched and bare. These last three lines feel antireligious, but not really in a mean or attacking way.

I’m garnering.
Green glass, frozen shards,
With blades sharp to pierce
and prick my tender parts. This is another funny line. The half rhyme of "frozen shards" and "tender parts" makes it especially so.
A careless contract,
I’m torn apart. A wounded
hart, bare rooted. *

I’m gathering back, clinging
lichen, a sign, a healthy disposition.
Fieldfares flit and flirt. Beneath
the budding trees, a fruitful flow
that with the sun will rise
and grow. Bearing seeping sap. I'm not sure the last sentence is needed, but otherwise this is a glorious closing verse.

This is a light, funny and moving poem, like Pam Ayres crossed with John Keats. I like it very much. It's sweetly atmospheric and makes me think of lazy summer afternoons, tinged with some inner beauty which doesn't quite surface in the mind. All critique is JMHO of course. Thanks for the read.