A Gatekeeper’s Welcome!
Rolling through the countryside via the scenic route – edging my way to noon,
Admiring a taste of my history with a traditional flavour – under the sun and moon!
Taking the chance to remove – the lump of mud in my left boot heel – I’m on my way,
There’s a fond rendezvous with the Weeping Willow – in its wind dance sway!
Blue Tits bobbing along the rambling hedgerow – where the vines they take their hold,
There’s a Blackbird investigation of the roadside puddles – as they did in times of old!
A Raven cronks from its field of visions – obscured by the hedge at the bottom of the rise,
A Magpie cries with a passing salute – as the clouds rush on by the thick set skies!
The stream – its steady bubbling trundle – resounding in the moment beneath my feet,
Winter’s grip – it sails its ship – with nature’s cycle awakening from its timely retreat!
Steadying the foot-falls where I go under cover – following the path unto the gate,
A Gatekeeper’s welcome with an open door – preparation under way for us to celebrate!
The chill wind blusters and bites at your fingers – while all around it sits at rest,
The kind of day for your thickest socks and maybe contemplate an extra vest!
Competing with movement and the number of layers – seeking toasty warm,
At one with the elements and the seasonal changes – taking shape and form!
The waving Snowdrops coyly open their flowers – while the trees display their buds,
There are tales of Newt sightings around the fringes – where the grasses meet the muds!
The Primroses revealing the green of their growing tips – at the base of Lizzie’s tree,
Sharing in the energy and a taste of the awakening – where the fruit trees sleep for free!
Between the watch-dog stones on the northern line – a pause with the thinking chair,
Admiring the will – of a seasonally adjusting still – echoing memories remembered there!
The Holly bed footings pass by the wayside – as I eye the end of the Mock Orange bed,
The plants have arrived – for the hedge to be contrived – just as the Gatekeeper said!
A gathering gathered with gathering complete – with hugs and smiles to warm the day,
Long held bonds – they grow like fronds – as the kindred spirits come out and play!
With the gong and drum as a general rule of thumb – the figures make their move,
Counting their blessings and honouring the moment – forever in the groove!
The wind it gusts – blowing at the incense dusts – with the distribution of its smell,
The pages of interpretation given a life of their own – a thread of the season so to tell!
With a gift of the Snowdrop there’s a personal connection – in the weaving of our words,
Some are created feeling the moment – and some are scripted when inspiration is heard!
Drawing to a closing – with a final sample of Mead – slightly warming with its chill,
Songbirds sing in solo turns – the Crows call out their flight-paths – to and fro at will!
Retiring from proceedings before the go of sunset – unveiling the ribbon to take us home,
The watcher through the window spots three female Deer – happy in the fade to roam!