A Winter Smile!
The Sun it shines its winter smile – upon the tinges of the morning frost,
The silence frames – the breeze of whisper – where our time is never lost!
A cloudless sky of spots and speckles – so warming the depth of touch,
As blue as my eye as it bids a welcome – a moment captures oh so much!
A circle of quill spines the Silver Birch – with a bow inward one and all,
A gathering of stones move in on the page – upon the dew kissed grass so tall!
Flourishing carpets that skirt the bank and ditch – many painted pools of green,
Around the hearth at the heart that stands at the centre – where it has always been!
With a loving gaze around the outer circle – drawing the path of kindred bloods,
A single pink flower – graces the Almond tree – with a flurry of ripening buds!
The fruit trees stand seductive in their eager form – one year on with season’s growth,
Blushing with the green to the point of bursting – where the awakening takes its oath!
The Yew spread their reach with rows of water crystals – glistening in the light,
The twin Elders stand proud and shoulder the both of sides – to the left and to the right!
With the turn of the circle afforded great care – the mock orange flex their leaves,
The Snowberries wave their fruit at its end of season – a bounty for the thieves!
Snowdrops hang their heads with their delicate charm – beside the daffodils in early rise,
Primroses swell to a peak in their flowering – here and there before your eyes!
Under the old Hawthorn – showing shoots of Bluebells – gathered close amongst the bumps,
Foxgloves they bustle in bi-annual growth – in their clustering of clumps!
The plants in the plant-pen soak up its sanctuary – in their groups within its room,
The Hollies they cosy in their comfort corner – in the shelter so they bloom!
The Dogwood’s on display with their naked stems – with a collection of twists and turns,
The pond in construction holds the water table – a guide for one who learns!
In the clearing of the fire pit – we find a family of Voles – so we leave them to their peace,
We centre our focus at the heart of the roundhouse – with a flaming to release!
Building a pyramid for the tongues to adventure – taking hold a warming glow,
There’s a spring-clean come early – going up in smoke – with a tidy on the go!
Retiring to the Bench we break our fast – with the peace upon the day,
The Crows on the periphery taking their calls – in their usual understated way!
The songbirds are sparse – away with their chores – with their chorus running thin,
Theirs an air of confusion with the flow of the tide – and where it doth begin!
There’s a call in a hurry from the west to the east – with a lead and follow flight,
A pair of green Woodpeckers passing with fleet of purpose – across the lunchtime bright!
Smiles are shared within stories and tales – from the south we cast our view,
Backdrop of the quiet of the Butterfly garden – and the Bull Rushes beyond are new!
The face of the hedgerow gets a short back and sides – its pathway trimmed and cleared,
With the fate of the fence posts that lie in reserve – with a gathering disappeared!
Defining its edge with the pull of the rake – forming piles to feed the fire,
Barrowed to the burning and the awaiting flames – consumed with great desire!
Subtle in its approach there’s a blanket of cloud – with the wind upon the blow,
A standing Heron to the south it takes to the wing – circling the Grove for an anti-sun-wise show!
Following the contours like a roundabout – choosing its journey to the west,
Leading the way – when time ends our day – as we leave the Grove to rest!