After The Rains!
Highlighting my path – the low lying Sun – peeps under a grey blanket sky,
Sloping into view – his back to the horizon – looking a little bit shy!
The rhythmic drum – of the Raven’s wings – beating above me upon the air,
Escorting me on – as I follow my journey – with a cronk to say he’s there!
With a circle carved out overhead – he departs and leaves the scene,
Onward I walk to breathe in the moment – enter the gurgle of the stream!
With the opening out of the hedgerow gateway – 8 pairs of legs – hurry up their pace,
A Pheasant convention in a field where its edges – momentum becomes a race!
The excitement erupts in the crown of the Crow Tree – cue the shouts and calls,
I witness the effect on the fixtures and fittings – after the raining and its falls!
Leaving a trail of arriving footprints – upon the pathway and its grass,
I offload my backpack in the reserve of the roundhouse – the outer circle shares my pass!
Lining my seat with the green tartan blanket – in the north I come to rest,
The hidden birdsong with its tweets and shrills – as I relax I am truly blessed!
The seasoned hand of Autumn paint’s its picture – a different colour for different Trees,
With the undergrowth retiring to sleep in their beds – the dogwood free of leaves!
The mass meeting of Fungus stands to attention – and the multitude finding their place,
With an explosion in the wet they reveal their spread – with a few more just in case!
High above the cloud cries a solitary Buzzard – suggesting the clearing of the skies,
The cracks in the coverage – hint of an opening – with a blue-ness it becomes surprise!
With the accompaniment of the new arrival – there’s an inspection sun-wise round,
An outreaching hand for the care of wellbeing – a connection with the ground!
The Silver Birch near the East – has a small wound addressed – under the surgeon’s knife,
The snag of a branch where it meets at the trunk – a restoration for a life!
Laying the foundation of permanence – where the drainage is piped below the Earth,
A connection point spanning from ditch to ditch – tidied with the freshest cut of turf!
The completion of the flow of the outer circle – to the end of the Holly bed,
Where reminiscence mingles with contemplation – where memories fill your head!
Pausing for a conference of random thoughts – so we brake the day of fast,
Conversation takes a wander around the Grove – where the boundaries are cast!
The borders and beds are to be redefined – shape and form in different ways,
The widening of the pathway for the welcome of planting – a job for Winter days!
Wood piles are gathered for the fires of Samhain where they are hidden from the rain,
The plans for the gathering are secured in fine detail – going deep within the grain!
The Elder Trees are placed – spare a thought for position – the Samhain stone secured,
In connection with the poignant – bed of Yew – where Ceremony will be explored!
Up pops the Kestral working from west to north – holding firm against the stiffest breeze,
Dragonflies dash by – on the wind on the fly – sweeping through the Trees!
And there’s the little mouse – in his nervous house – awaiting his coast to clear,
With the Sun on our backs we take our leave – we close the gate and disappear!