Yew

The clouds today were brimful. Crowded and overlapping in a sky too small to hold their forms and stories. This tree was watching over them from the rocky slopes on the side of the small hill above the village. I think its a yew tree with its needles and reddish bark but the winter thrushes have long stripped its berries and I cant be sure. Its not tall but its twisted boughs must have seen the cloudscapes of 200 years or more. Makes me feel like ephemera.