All in a Morning’s Work!
It’s so very dank and grey as we greet this Autumn day – and the puddles swell and lay,
With the earthen browns of the ups and downs – where the Crows they lead the way!
The Songbirds chatter in the fading hedgerows – with the touch of Winters sleep,
Rolling is the mist across the hills and Trees – as it amasses so thick and deep!
The Pheasants in their clutches they peruse the fields – with a breeze that sits so still,
Running is the stream – the rain of yesterdays – its babble and burble – flowing at will!
With a welcome of an entrance going unseen – I settle to the north and the bardic chair,
Surrounded by the multitude of seasonal leaves – I take in the stillness of Autumn’s air!
Clicking are the calls of the voice of Blackbirds – in the south they to and fro,
The Finches serenade – as Robin hops from stone to stone – forever on the go!
The grass displays a carpet of silver droplets – gently poised like crystals reflecting light,
The Crows bark their words in the West – a Wren cheeps a squeak on the wings of flight!
Dancing are the branches of the Silver Birch – as the birds find time to play,
Flitting and fluttering in their circles of twiglets – with the laughter of their day!
There’s a gathering afoot in the sense of timing – with a moment to form a plan,
With all hands to the pump and the Samhain gate – behold the skills of man!
With the defining of the circle the Silver Birch are dressed – when a subtle sky is cleared,
It came with no warning as the cloud burst dispersed – when a lone Dragonfly appeared!
With the echoes of the calling from the distance of Buzzards – a close it draws it’s near,
All wrapped within the love of a morning’s joy – with an early exit to adhere!