A Path of Lately Less Well Trodden!
A Path of Lately Less Well Trodden!
Displaying its reasons – with the growth of the seasons – a welcome day of shade,
The closeness of the air – how it greets us there – sharing in the history time has made!
A path of lately less well trodden – so far gone but not forgotten – captured in my heart,
Sensing the reflective – soaked to my bones in perspective – as I return to observe my art!
Pondering the gateway’s stance – where the grasses dance – we sail the ride of the tides,
Thistles wave their fluffy heads – running riot in casual threads – down around the sides!
Auspicious horizons swaddle a view – signed and sealed shiny and new – gifting of a smile,
There’s a template for the hedges – down among the Sedges – spreading all the while!
Curiosity lures us through the door – as so many times before – and anticipation holds its breath,
Familiarity comforts racing thoughts – climbs the stage of sorts – with the truth of life and death!
Tunnel vision frames an entrance way – with its weave at play – maturing steadily over time,
Under the arch around the bend – the Russet entwines with its mystery friend – in their prime!
The fruit trees swell their wares – Plum and Green gauge – Apples and Pears – taking the strain,
A faded palette of sun kissed greens – the seasonal touch of summer scenes – waiting for the rain!
A thoughtful installation sees us take a chair – lunch is taken then and there – sharing the news,
A ragged Robin bobs – going about its jobs – visiting differing angles to take in the views!
Calm and casual in splendid grace – a Kestrel glides this secluded space – before our very eyes,
Up into the Hawthorn to settle a while – planning in its regimented style – oh the art of surprise!
Coming and going the Butterfly flight – random their flutter of nature’s delight – free to explore,
Memories echo back into the past – filed with sentiment and built to last – forever more!
Upholding tradition together we rise – under the cover of grey tapestry skies – we take the tour,
As we can see – Squirrels have relieved the burden of the Almond tree – as they’ve done before!
Ducking and diving fruit laden trees – low hanging limbs the watcher sees – lining Orchard way,
Sheltered from the breeze – the sweetness of discovery tempts the bugs and Bees – this fine day!
The Yew and the Elder bloom – filling out their room – and Lizzie’s Apple proudly gives a show,
The hugging Hawthorn hedge – fondly wraps around its edge – going with the seasonal flow!
A warmest welcome of a Fir Tree there – standing resplendent on the Bardic Chair – looking fine,
From a long-loved seedling grown – for the northern throne – ready to serve on the border line!
Strapping young trees on parade – the ornamental Rowan on the fade – the Moon Garden at rest,
A work in progress through the ages – as we turn over diary pages – with the building of a nest!
We are found in the round – as we tread this sacred ground – following the old circular trail,
We pause for thought in the east – where the senses can feast – with a well-considered slow exhale!
On past the Hawthorn with its Ivy cloak – admiration for the corner Oak – climbing in the south,
The circle ends with the Gallery lawn – been this was since the Grove was born – rain and drouth!
The roundhouse footprint awaits its shell – looking forward time will tell – when we raise the roof,
An expanding vision kept in mind – an evolving journey there to find – teaching us the truth!
Collecting the vital statistics drawing lines – pegging out the final signs – placed upon the map,
Point to point a theoretical wall – sparing a moment for nature’s call – before confirming the gap!
Mission accomplished we return within – aglow with pride we breath it in – and gather for a fire,
Amassing clippings left to dry – the seasonal trimmings left to die – placed upon the pyre!
Doing the rounds – we tidy up the grounds – and we share in the majestic flames at play,
The time it drifts on by – in the twinkling of an eye – nearing the end of our day!
Such a reassuring afternoon – is over all too soon – with the planning of a Ceremonial return,
Hope rings eternal – as I weave new words into my journal – so we live and so we learn!
