A Samhain Thing to Do!
A Samhain Thing to Do!
Time slips by – until we meet midday on a high,
and Paviland comes a calling under a greying sky!
Familiar landmarks tell tales – along our ageless way,
leading our Ceremonial pilgrimage on this brand-new day!
With a scrape we are on the verge – in more ways than one,
we take in the scenery – the fading of greenery – what early Autumn’s done!
Down the invisible steps into a recent clearing – an upgrade with a view,
there’s a plan afoot for a double-breasted entrance – an arresting thing to do!
A key holder’s privilege is accepted with honour – a gift to feel at home,
the door swings open on its historic hinges – a vision is there to roam!
Pausing a moment at the old school gates – sharing the latest news,
the flow beneath the circle with its gentle sweep – a footprint we can use!
We meander the maturing of the entrance tunnel – with the blending of a weave,
trees and hedging with their wandering roots – a considered concept would you believe!
The Bird feeders are empty in an imagined frenzy – over the course of a week,
time is relative when you are on the lookout for lunch – and on a winning streak!
Unloading provisions and artifacts – we see the Gatekeeper has left his mark,
his true dedication with the fixtures and fittings – the lighting of a spark!
There’s an intimate welcome – a circling Buzzard – before quietly drifting away,
a spiritual friend – a favoured guide – conjuring up a smile to make our day!
Reminiscence wanders through Wayland Wood – the evolution of its age,
a history of Beech and Pine and pockets of shelter – documented upon a page!
Stories of Gower and timeless adventures – a lifelong connection to warm the heart,
descriptive tapestries recounted with love – and a definitive pool of natural art!
Movement draws attention with the return of the Gatekeeper – back without a sound,
as bright as a Canary – stepping clear of the entrance trees – and back on sacred ground!
There’s a collective welcome and a formal gathering – including the latest mini-tour,
sharing in verbal plans – laced with hope and ambition – a declaration of the score!
Attention turns – to tables and Altars – brushing the cobwebs that gather with time,
Ceremonial Fires are laid – before the grand parade – is complete and in its prime!
Showers come and go – in an indifferent show – as the clouds they look to dance,
ripples of cotton balls – variations of greys – with faith in the elements we take a chance!
Blue skies beckoning – above a mosaic of layering – and a Kestrel scans the scene,
with heightened senses and a well-honed radar – a sleek little hunting machine!
A Woodpecker sharing its passing opinion – yet far too busy to stay,
the Ravens and Crows they come as it goes – circling to pay their respects for the day!
The countdown adhered to and dressed for the occasion – there’s a stillness to the air,
there’s a sense of wonder – the retracing of footprints – for everybody there!
The showers return – brief and to the point – we go with the flow and move on through,
relaxed in its happening – a kindred smile of understanding – the Samhain thing to do!
At closing time – we hope to make it rhyme – in a commentary of a fulfilling date,
etched in the memory banks as the Pigeons roost – where the darkness comes of late!
Retiring with the gathering of the journey stones – historical evidence in a velvet pouch,
a collection of stories interwoven with memories – like the comfort of a favourite couch!
