The seasoned lock – seizing with reluctance – building the anticipation of the day,
The ancient gateway with its practical refinement’s – swinging open to reveal the way,
On the back of the door – there’s a Wren’s Nest hidden – tucked behind a wheel rim star,
Supporting generations over several years – currently under reconstruction as we are!
There’s a shady welcome in utility corner – as the green carpet rolls out into the light,
The Sun beats down on the lately morning – and bathes the Grove so bright,
The Honeysuckle rambles – with vigour it scrambles – blushing in all its greens,
The spindling trees – flourish to random degrees – thickening out the hedgerow by various means!
The Songbirds serenading in melodious tongues – drifting on the flow of the air,
Hypnotic wrappings in the Beltane Sun – embracing the moment for those who will be there,
Fruit blossom shudders in the calming still – as the leaves they shape their form,
The Hawthorn hovering on the cusp – with a cloudless sky to keep it warm!
Two Magpies and a Crow – how they busy on the go – lurking in corners off to the west,
Together in their social group – an empathy in their kindred troupe – a case of unity at its best,
Pheasants bellow in roundabout reaches – adding depth to the richness of sound,
The Willow Warbler gives a solo performance – an outward echoing sang in the round!
Gathering our thoughts we tour the outer circle – reflecting on specimens held in our care,
The resonance of growth – takes its seasonal oath – as we breathe in the taste of the air,
The Primroses zing – a many splendored thing – free to form gatherings in pockets of shade,
Foxglove foundations plump to a swelling – in their second cycle where flower and seed are made!
Company calls and we enhance our number – time and time again,
We disperse in the gathering of natural wildflowers – to dress our posy in the main,
An honouring gift – to share with the Ancestors – sharing in Beltane’s seasonal boom,
High Spring inspiring the growth of the green – leading the path into the seasonal bloom!
The wind chimes come and go – though you’d never know – when they come to take their place,
Reflecting rays of sunlight and tinkling with the breeze – leaves of glass with a reflective face,
Preparation claimed – with time in hand – there’s a pause for thought in the sun,
With the last minute touches – we fire up the incense – before we gather together as one!
With an assembly of circles beneath the dance of the tree-tops – swirling in the light,
The fluid shadings of the Silver Birch – wafting shadows like peace in flight,
Strands of grass caressing naked toes – grounding with the earth as nature intends,
Taking up the threads of a Maypole movement – with a familiar group of friends!
And so we continue with the scene – when it all goes green – the Green Man doing his deed,
Walking the circle – on the face of the earth – offering Mother Earth his masculine seed,
Sharing a life for a life – we covet the Cowslip – a seasonal echo of the collective age,
A symbol of symbolism taken – drunk of within – with the toasting lay out on the page!
With the closing of the chapter – we step though Beltane fires – burning with the passion of life,
Retracing our steps back to the roundhouse footprint – basking in the magic of the Beltane light,
A Blue Tit sings – from the tree it clings – and we look deep into each-other’s eyes,
Sharing a moment – establishing a bond – before taking to the wing to explore the skies!
As the yellow Butterfly makes its final sweep – the day is condensed and packed away,
We weave our leaving back along the welcome path – retiring the Grove to its day,
Fond farewells conveyed with laughing smiles – on the very best of days,
We share the connection the making of memories – we follow our path and go our separate ways!