A Day full of Sun!
It’s a beautiful sunny morning where the breeze sits still,
Where smoke plumes drift across the road – with sunlight highlights rolling up the hill!
The Pheasants and the Songbirds competing for attention,
Hidden in the margins hedging the fields!
The Crows they source a gathering in their wayward clumps,
The Tree-lines swell with buds – leaves in the making,
The stream babbles free in a rush to its destiny,
The seasonal waking for future yields!
There’s a Wood Pigeon departing as I make my entrance,
Where the dew it glistens upon the grass,
The Snowdrops nod with the Daffodil dance,
As the random Crocus comes to pass!
Plumping to a bursting are the Almond Blossoms,
Like a maze in sprays held in seductive pose,
The Primrose leaves pulling up their sleeves,
Where natures scent tickles at your nose!
Robin’s late to the party with its sun-wise circle,
The Sun burning its way through the mottling sky,
Catching up with the morning from perch to perch,
Weaving the wind-sails on an air-fuelled high!
Piercing the soundtrack with an air of excitement,
The cry of the Buzzard it rings like a chime,
Swooping from beyond – low over next doors pond,
Lost in the concept of space and time!
The ‘Planning Department’ makes a momentous decision,
And the runaway pipe is laid underground,
Joining the cycles and the flow of the seasons,
As the Earth goes round and round!
Lunch comes early before the backfill starts,
And a chance to soak up the Sun,
Taking in the peace and the glory of the moment,
Where the story of this Sun-wheel has now begun!
A pair of Buzzards circle – low over the Grove,
Talking in tandem and hatching a plan,
Rising on the drift of a lift of thermals,
The precision of elegance to mystify man!
High on a twisting of opposite angles,
Like a parting of the waves,
Slowly but surely a ditch moves from one place to another,
As the thick wet clay comes out in shaves!
A manmade sump it finds it’s forming – carved out of the clay,
Ready to receive in the journey of water’s flow,
With the Goat Willow pruned to help with acceptance,
Underneath the end of the Holly Bed where the pipe doth go!
Battle worn and weary our diggers clean their tools,
Happy in the knowledge that the deed is done,
Making a mental plan of the Holly Bed and its structure,
Talking in measurements enjoying the Sun!
As the crowds disperse into late afternoon,
Capturing wondering images I wander alone,
Walking the circle in quiet contemplation,
Before I gather myself for the long walk home!
Long Tailed Tits – they scramble in fits,
Escorting my leave down the lane,
Surveying of the scenes – a Blue Tit sits and preens,
I enjoy of the moment from whence I came!