After yesterday’s rain there is a grey sky greeting – coming with the dawn,
Powder puffs of cloud in pencil H and B shading – cooling is the morn!
Taking in a detour we pick up the brushes – with a rare glimpse into the past,
With a touch of elegance and a redefining – a timeless moment built to last!
After a welcome with the sculptress – we come full circle – delivered to the stream,
The pedestrians there – we share the air – like an encore to a dream!
Dissolving meanders moving back and forth – as the bubbles float on by,
We greet the subtle snake-like pathway – looking well-worn to the eye!
With an inaugural opening for a virgin key – we step in through the gate,
Caressed by the peace that rests in the still – served up on a favourite plate!
The sound of a Woodpecker clearing its throat – leads the chorus of songbird song,
The wind breathes its energy through the Silver Birch – and I feel like I belong!
There is an awesome welcome on Fledgy’s return – as it appears to say hello,
Enticing a smile – a re-acquainting connection – flitting high and low!
The busy Blue Tits nest – continues its quest – hidden in the Hawthorn above the Brook,
Sitting in my sheltered chair – I can see them there – as I strain my neck to gain a look!
I blow a few smoke rings and investigate the outer circle – weaving among the trees,
The Greengage brimming with the prospect for harvest – and the Pear next door agrees!
The Hawthorn hedge – a now seasoned wedge – wrapping around like a comforting arm,
The Apple Trees and Wild Cherries thriving – while the Yew triplicate works a charm!
Sparing a thought – a moment with Lizzie – before I move on round to the North,
Passing between the Lion and the watchdog stones – contently moving forth!
Continuing my circle past the Bardic Chair – to consider the Moon Garden way,
Admiring the growth of the Goat Willows – standing tall and proud come what may!
Woody Nightshade intertwines amidst the Wild Roses – as the hedge-line meets the ditch,
The Willow and the Hawthorns forming the outer framework – its undergrowth so rich!
Insects exploring the shallows of captured water – as my journey reaches the East,
Where you follow the path toward the Beltane Hawthorn – preparing for its feast!
Nearing the South where the Bluebells gather – buds of St John’s Wort ripe to explode,
The Brambles have rambled through the Butterfly Garden – clearly switched to overload!
The twisted Hazel settled after its early movements – now nearing the height of man,
The new sun-seeking wheat bed thrives by the roundhouse – doing the best that it can!
Too late for second breakfast we settle for lunch – reflecting on the thoughts of the day,
Sharing the corners of our sandwiches with Fledgy – as it moves in to drag them away!
The nests of our thereabouts are serviced and tended – with barely the time for a tune,
Rain clouds threaten as they build and gather – moving onward they pass over soon!
As Fledgy retires to seek out adventure – and it’s time to give a good stir of the pots,
With more than one brush – it goes on with a rush – camouflaging and defining the lots!
Finished with a flourish I catch an image or two – a memory to add to the files,
I return to my chair – meeting Fledgy there – lost in the gathering of contented smiles!
Greens and the runways receive their final performance – looking nicely spick and span,
Glentaowen paints his picture with attentive care – simply a mark of the man!
I capture more images as I make small discoveries – delving into corners – a closer eye,
A secondWoody Nightshade presents its delicate flowers – with a purple and yellow high!
There are hints of Bindweed here and there – something new for the seasonal show,
I must admit to loving its white trumpet flowers – a childhood memory in mid flow!
The Bugs and Bees they share my love – part of summer’s tapestry on their nature trails,
The Crows and Pigeons they flap and chatter – while a Wren goes through its scales!
We gather to ponder on afternoon tea – sharing our thoughts with a bite to eat,
The sun shines through – with a glowing hue – and I move to shade my seat!
There’s a frank conversation about personal chambers – with a reason for a rhyme,
Together with the cycle of life in nature’s abundance – with the passing of our time!
Catching sight of a majestic Barn Owl swooping – brings exclamation to its feet,
Gone in a moment and disappearing into the ether – carefully calculated and discreet!
The rise and fall of a prominent Dove – from the West above – gliding calmly into view,
A Magpie announces its arrival over the hedge – as year on year they have done so too!
Thoughts turn to an entrance and a plan of action – with a key decision made,
With a measurement collected and recorded at twelve – under the Hawthorn’s shade!
The cleansing fire – does well to retire – choosing its moment as we ready to leave,
Slow we return to the aging serpent path – wearing our hearts upon our sleeve!