Lizzie! The Flame Still Burns!

Rolling with a rainbow – from here to there – the greys they roam the skies,
Through the rose of a shower of cascading drops – reaching lows and highs!
With a formal exit – for a longer path – we take in the scenery of travel times,
Down past the Crab Apples – lining the verges – on round the bend where the journey climbs!

Blackening are the Blackberries – high-lighting the Rose Hips – shiny orange buds of red,
Threads of Japanese knot weed – tufts of Woody Nightshade – a blanket on the hedgerow bed!
Clusters of small songbirds in their black and white uniforms – gone in a moment too quick to see,
Weaving their trails – with the wind in their sails – as happy as they can be!

Past the fly-by of the Magpie – that catches the eye – greeted by a mumble of Crows,
On past the gate and the rigours of time – where honeysuckle fingers – fruits and grows!
We follow the contours – to an entrance of stones – on to the footprint taking form,
Provisions are gathered and placed in the shade – as the day begins to warm!

There’s a welcome tour of the outer circle – with a seasoned turn of the sun-wheel view,
With the stone circle navigated – on the fungi trail – the sky it clears as the sun burns through!
The Silver Birch they flow – as the wind doth blow – with a gentle hint of calm,
The Sun beams from high – in an azure painted sky – the peace of the moment works a charm!

With the flint of forever – igniting the flame – a memorial candle – for a memorial tree,
A shining light – forever burning bright – glowing in the heart of you and me!
To the memory of Lizzie and your dancing flame – forever we are kith and kin,
The unconditional love – in the links of our chain – holding your loving memory within!

A flame to dance with the elemental senses – caressed and swaddled within a veil of peace,
Mother Nature flows – where the spirit grows – with the feeling of its energy in release!
Introduced unto a lantern – with the flickers getting brave – in a timely peace to rest,
In a cosy nook – with a memory book – a fire for the memory – of a loved and honoured guest!

With the turning of the Sun – Robin jumps in the dogwood – where nature makes itself at home,
A Tortoise-shell Butterfly zooms from east to west – in more of a sprint than on the roam!
The Crows they chatter in their ranging gaggles – as they come to repeat and fade,
Weaving their lines – with their tell-tale signs – the eye of the watcher on parade!

A lone brown Dragonfly pauses – to sunshine its wings – using of the lie of the land,
A Kestrel enters in to hold its station – a westerly view that’s programme planned!
Repetition ripples in a line of sweeps – across the field – as it moves away,
The Wasps and Bees – they do as they please – as they go about their day!

There’s a swell of numbers in Dragonfly chase – as the fights and couplings pass,
Swirling on the breeze with their attention focussed – to and fro above the grass!
Robin shouts – as he draws attention – shaking his branch in the Hazel Tree,
There’s a hurried flit from place to place – as he strains his neck to see!

Retiring to his Kingdom – the Willow and Hawthorn – where the Ivy clings to his vantage tree,
The encore Dragonflies they play in the light – where the peace and calm are free!
With the turn of time – we toe the line – taking up the pathway – receding to the gate,
The flame still burns – while the sun-wheel turns – in the peace of Nature’s state!

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