Reinstating the Gateway!
Reinstating the Gateway!
Loading up my backpack – my brand-new olive haversack – ready to take on the day,
Come the hour comes Mrs Glen – to escort us once again – and excitement leads the way!
Overcast skies full of subtle greys – autumnal touches as autumn plays – radiating out the scene,
The wind at its ease – slowly undressing the trees – amongst the damp and fading green!
Reacquainted with magic numbers that trip off the tongue – allowing us to step through the door,
Reinforced to defy the aging process – that creeps with time – like tidal waves upon the shore!
Following the pathway of the original entrance – a familiar welcome and a natural peace,
A wind wafts the tree-tops with a seasonal verve – enter the circle where our journey doth cease!
With second breakfast sounding far too attractive – we gather and share in the news,
Relaxing into the moment – a sensation of rest – feeling too precious to refuse!
That familiar connection – a time-honoured guest – swaddled in the circle of trees,
The thinning and yellowing of the Silver Birch – maturing resplendently at nature’s ease!
With Samhain in sentiment and framing a view – activity’s passion amidst a carnival of leaves,
Containing direction from the umpire’s chair – a perfect placement so one and all believes!
Constructing the framework with thoughtful precision – working candidly to a mental proof,
With the will of the Gatekeeper reinstating the gateway – a seasonal tradition a ceremonial truth!
Complete to the point of its Samhain decoration – waiting for the morning after one more sleep,
The resident Robin casts a side-eye inspection – watching from the shadows – hiding in the deep!
Reflection introduces a lust for lunch – and preparative memories reach into the past,
Like echoes extending – outward like ripples – back into a history slowly built to last!
With a call of the Buzzard and a sweeping Raven – participants scatter like leaves on the breezes,
The symphony of songbirds turned way down low – more quality than quantity but still it pleases!
With random tasks assessed and identified – the Gatekeeper’s visitor makes herself known,
They move on to the Yonderland layout – taking exacting measurements – as I meditate alone!
With the answers collated and the fence posts adjudicated – the suggested numbers are complete,
A long majestic mission to take us through the winter – both transformative and discrete!
And so we all come together – to talk about the weather – and reminisce our childhood days,
A long since held connection – experience gaining a shared direction – in a series of kindred plays!
Soon enough we see the onset of dusk – the golden tinge to the greying clouds – glowing overhead,
Gathering our belongings – all of our bits and pieces – before the locking of the shed!
In single file – we retreat slow along the welcome pathway – negotiating the form of the door,
Full of contemplation – tomorrow’s Samhain Ceremony – like we have celebrated so many before!
The Gateway – pre-dressed
