With the rising of the Buzzard – I weave the morning through my day,
Welcomed by the tide of yellow glory – wrapping around the hills that roll away!
Greeted by the squeaks and the creaks of Hawthorn – dancing moves upon the breeze,
The drawing crowd of the blackened cloud – an approaching backdrop to the trees!
As I pass over the under flow – of the galloping stream – bringing music to my ears,
Trickles and runs with twists and curls – racing off to where it disappears!
With the slowing of momentum – I listen a moment – with the Blackthorn at its edge,
To my right a careful peering around the corner – at the retreating of the hedge!
Watching back at me I catch Roe Deer eyes – as I pause to file the view,
Her grace full of beauty and dressed for the season – a coat of shiny new!
Sharing the moment and feeling the eye contact – an age can pass so soon,
Like the motion of poetry she retired her form – as the stream it sang its tune!
Finding a footing with the Earth – I leave the road behind – bringing on a smile,
Admiration of the passion of the undergrowth – exploding all the while!
With a gentle push of the standing gate – a deep breath steps inside,
Welcome to the Grove where life it grows – where the sun-wheel seasons ride!
The news of the moment the Blackbirds have fledged – to make of what they will,
No sight or no sound in the cover of Dogwood – where all is standing still!
From the chair I watch a Heron fighting the wind – southward as it goes,
With a westward eastward line of movement – a calling thrice of Crows!
Shrubs and borders are bursting to overflowing – with the Trees a pallete of many greens,
The leaves how they rustle in the wind so full of life – succession paints the scenes!
The Sun it warms to a shower peppered sky – a Pheasant calls just behind my North,
Hidden in the sanctuary of the growth of the grasses – strutting back and forth!
A swirling Swallow shapes manoeuvres in the west – with its angles all a strewn,
A White Clematis blooms its climb of the Archway – to the garden of the Moon!
Apple Blossom on the Discovery and Russet Trees – the new Crab apples swell with leaf,
The purple Orchids gather around the Samhain stone – in a patch beyond belief!
The black, purple blues – of the cloud ensues – while random raindrops kiss my face,
The lightest scatter of the briefest smatter – until the wind picks up the chase!
The Sun highlights the tide of Forget-me-nots – in the wind they flow and sway,
Like the blue of the ocean and sailing in waves – where their seeding came to stay!
On through the gate comes the calling of company – with a welcome shared by all,
With a working detail to firm up the furnishings – another shower came to fall!
A flurry of House Martin’s play as we position the draws – a home for tools and nails,
With a collection of pieces – a useful donation – from where history told its tales!
In line with the Hobbits we took second breakfast – between the drift of showers,
We sat at the benches affording the view – of the Blossom and the Flowers!
The Foxgloves push their flower buds high – the Lilly’s lift their heads,
The Poppy’s ease their way through the earth – with the wildflowers sharing their beds!
A pair of Swallows inter weave their threads – as they move from east to west,
A synchronised swim on the crest of the elements – to where a Pheasant comes to rest!
With one post to go – the hail it came bouncing – retreat was short and swift,
While seconds went by with a clearing of sky – the Sun it was our gift!
There’s a momentous occasion with the joining of hedges – an enclosing of within,
There’s legacy to learning in the time of ages – and it becomes like a second skin!
Standing from the direction of our Sun wise circle – where the Sun it takes its rise,
Reaching to the roundhouse view of sunset – where the hills they touch the skies!
On to the Honeysuckle and its fine new home – with its climbing wall agreed,
The befalling of an accident was a hammer blow – as we couldn’t stop its bleed!
And so time was called for a close of play – the tools they were lost and found,
A Male Partridge serenading in a choir of voices – the master of his mound!
The Almond Tree is now covered in nuts – so small but yet perfectly formed,
A bumper crop if it comes to fruition – once the seasons have been warmed!
The Conference Pear is a match in abundance – as the fruit show signs of swell,
The Apples too they are coming through – the Plum and Cherry show life as well!
The Silver Birch alive with life at their fingertips – as they circle round the stone,
The Yew bed is flourishing along with the Elder – sitting at its throne!
Our Hawthorn flowers in the flush of youth – the Hazel standing tall,
The Willow and the Rowan stretch with life – and so do one and all!