Back in the Saddle!
The fields of green – with their carpet sheen – roll on up to the foot of the hills,
The Crows they scatter – in sporadic smatter – the kith and kin with their native skills!
Bramble berries blacken – hung in clumps and sprays – nettles hang their heads in the breeze,
The hedgerows weighing heavy with their seasonal fayre – lining the pathway between the trees!
A gathering of Partridges maze their way on tip-toes – navigating the stubble of last year’s bales,
A disturbance of Wood Pigeons takes to the air – a Pheasant runs for cover as the Magpie bails!
A Buzzard circles and heads for the hills – as I cross the stream and follow the cracks in the road,
On past their end – where I make for the bend – on through the gateway to unburden my load!
Silence greets my view – I snake a trail through the dew – preserving footsteps on virgin ground,
A veil left by the dawn – across a shadowed morn – painting a crystal blanket across the ground!
A dappled grey sky – with its clouds racing by – there’s a tango with the tree-tops and the wind,
Rushing through the contours of a natural bowl – swirling with a twirl where our flag is pinned!
A Grey Squirrel ambles toward me – on a carefree stroll – making an entrance for all to see,
Eye to eye contact – a Mexican stand-off – ‘I think I’ll come back later’ – says he!
With a retiring grace – he turns about face – following the pathway back and under the gate,
Hidden in the trees – where no-one sees – working undercover at the seasons rate!
A couple of Swallows – one ahead as one follows – chattering away – heading south on the wing,
Over the reaching Silver Birch – the Butterfly garden – the hedge where the Blackberry is King!
A Dove calls for silence – there’s a pocket of peace – as the wind it sways the trees,
Lost in nature’s flow – with it’s to and fro – echoing the sentiment of distant seas!
Celebration with its purpose taking shape and form – unfurling with the flow of the day,
The lanterns light the way – when distraction goes away – a chime and a melody starting play!
The wind it rages in its element – building to a crescendo – fighting back the words,
A trumpeting Songbird heralds a timely welcome – speaking on behalf of the birds!
Observing time honoured tradition – we find a balance – holding hands before the Sun,
There’s a personal message for a cast of thousands – and it speaks for all as one!
We meet at the moment as its taking root – a meditative connection with the earth,
A first for an apple – grown at the Grove – we have witnessed from the buds of birth!
A small brown Dragonfly on an extended tour – checks out the visitors as they disperse,
Passing from post to post – provided by the host – with a rhythm of harmony set to verse!
There’s a quiet contemplation with the clearing of the scene – transforming of the stage,
A seasonal beauty on the turn – as the lanterns burn – holding back the dark as we turn the page!
A pair of female Pheasants – edge the field on the rise – to the east that climbs the hill,
Beyond the bustle of the Willow and the Hawthorn hedging – where the stream is rendered still!
Enter the Emperor as large as life – deep green of body with its turquoise tail,
There’s a flutter of wings – as their whirring sings – on the tide of the wind it sets its sail!
With restoration done – as the grey clouds muster – offering the possibility of autumn rain,
Decision makes it choices in an uncertain world – as it brightens up again!
Reconnecting the piping with the water butts – where the stores are running low,
A final nod to the seasons and the self-sufficient – anticipation awaits for the autumn flow!
Tucking in the corners where the cobwebs gather – where memories reside well out of sight,
The wheels of history see the light of day – where inflation holds and the brakes are right!
On a roll with trepidation we close the gate – as this day it nears its end,
Momentum finds its glide after a stuttering start – and the bond with a long lost friend!