Out In the Sun!
The yellow and green patchwork – swaddling the hills – sweetening the taste of the air,
The pungent pollen engulfing the breeze – courtesy of the rape seed growing here and there!
The songbirds serenading the trees and hedgerows – bathing in the morning sun,
Rippling the blue-green grasses – in swathes of dance – over the stream where the trickles run!
I spy an overgrown entrance – that shelters the gateway – lost in the shadows to the passer by,
With the growth of the Elders captured deep in thought and reaching for the sky!
With a struggle of the key – there’s a peace set free – entering footfalls wearing a smile,
Enclosing with a twist and a turning of the wrist – stepping back to breathe a while!
Draped in the kiss – of sun rays light – caressing the skin as the day burns bright,
The green swells its greenest in seasonal growth – in resplendent pools of delight!
Following the path along Orchard Way – I arrive at the bardic chair in the North,
With a restful pause to take in the visions – watching the Finches moving back and forth!
The Hawthorn blossom blooms – in posy clusters – vibrating vibrant upon the breeze,
Sun glinted forms – painting delicate sparkles – highlighting the tips of the hedges and trees!
Lost in the swirl of the Silver Birch – as they sway and twirl and sing their songs,
With the rustle of a bustle – flowing with the symphony – where lost in thought belongs!
With the chiming of Hawkwind – come the voices of company – welcoming the wish of the day,
On opening the gate – the Gate Keeper cometh – entering an entrance – rolling all the way!
A gathering soaks up the sun – sharing its mellow moments – weaving the threads of our news,
There’s a wander yonder – with a morning ponder – circling the pathway to take in the views!
With a strim around the rim – after defining the stones – laying the carpet with a spiral of grass,
Sun-wise circles in a twice of grading – lovingly honoured with an age old pass!
The Strimmer has a crisis and loses its head – crawling away through the rough,
Over a signal for searching – waves the air of invention – but it’s sadly never quite enough!
We move in retreat – with a welcome lunch to eat – retiring to the bench to revise the plan,
A solo House Martin – rides the hastened wind – surfing the updrafts to the wonderment of man!
Robin scurries wildly – undercover the Dog Wood – far too occupied to come and say hello,
There are random Ducks – on the wing with purpose – the Doves and Crows they come and go!
With decision made – we join the fruit and nut tree parade – counting the tiny buds on display,
The Almond – Greengage – Apples – Pears and Plum – growing maturity in the seasonal way!
With an encore of meandering we head for the North – measuring strings into lines,
Marking out the raising of the Holly bed – where the gentle curve reclines!
The pathways carved crisp – around to the gallery – past the native Bluebells in their shade,
Under the wonder of the old leaning Hawthorn – following the hollow that nature made!
Forget-me-nots drift across the Roundhouse footprint – tip-toeing in and out of the pegs,
Marking out the fire-pit and the structure posts – for the future roof to find its legs!
Time ticks by – with the hinting of a sigh – beholding the hand that points the way,
At the close of play – we put the tools away – counting our blessings on a perfect day!
Convening with the Elders – we leave through the gateway – sharing in the homeward bound,
Conjunction ends with a forking junction – dissipating – foot falling echoes upon the ground!
I raise my gaze upon my trail’s inviting – reaching like a ribbon in a distant roll,
A Hare hides its ears as it shrinks in a hollow – as I casually take my stroll!
So I make my way – where another Hare did lay – captured in a rush of the zoom,
Sharing the moment in sight’s exchange – my pulse it quickens and my heart goes boom!