Thanks to the help of Mrs Glen – all very present and correct once again,
Armed with the resources for the Roundhouse plan!
There are frosted pockets lurking – in the shaded shadows,
Bleached with ice – there’s a whitened carpet – to greet the frozen breath of man!
The leaves are crisp upon their trails – where autumn falls they land their sails,
Defining the seasons of ages – with a crunch under foot!
The Sunlight shimmer it warms and thaws – the frozen dew upon grassy floors,
Where the veil of dappled daylight is beautifully put!
The chill wind pinches bearded cheeks – where contemplation wanders and answer seeks,
While the Snowberry bushes – clutch their berries tight!
The Silver Birch they bare their trunks and branches – undressing leaves to take their chances,
With their cracking threaded bark – standing like quills in their silver white!
The deep – deep red of the Hawthorn berries – with a hanging backdrop of fading willow,
Wrapped energy bundles – to feed the winter birds!
The Fruit trees retiring they low their heads – while the grass and weeds they clear their beds,
With the autumn die-back of kaleidoscope colours – too beautiful for words!
There’s a test flight for visuals and learning control – capturing memories its primary goal,
Sailing away on the breath of the breeze!
Bursting with potential with focusing eyes – delicately soaring through sun-lit skies,
Rising from the circle – up on through the trees!
To the north bolts the figure of a Roe Deer Hinde – moving from east to west for peace of mind,
From where the eye in the sky has come to rest!
There’s a rescue mission and a knot of brambles – where the fields roll and the stream it rambles,
With the wind and its blusters – a stubborn test!
The Roundhouse footprint finds its grounding – the level’s bubbled for the fire surrounding,
With opposite openings – pathing out the way!
A plan in action with its pros and cons – seeing is believing where fate belongs,
Where pictures grow taking shape and form – stepping off the page this very day!
And so the structure of the Samhain gate – stepping down from its standing to be of late,
Robin follows our day intently – forever at our side!
At lunch we share a welcome flame of heat – with talk of tales and Winter Retreat,
Catching my eye off to the West – a Kestrel glides a ride!
The lanterns give up their burnt out hearts – gathered up together in their sum of parts,
The Crows they chatter in their various clans!
The cold is winning as I rattle my toes – its chilling my face and reddening my nose,
We finish off our errands – with the completion of our plans!
Heeding weather warnings across the air – we tidy away to leave order there,
With a final farewell – Robin retires to its tree!
A Raven crow’s – as the cold wind blows – leaving the gateway as nature flows,
A casual visit short and sweet – time to go – off home for tea!