Slow Raining Leaves!
Slow Raining Leaves!
Turning full circle with the cycle of seasons,
a year to the very week – since I last was here!
Soaking in the sensation the gift of evolution,
a real sense of belonging and celebrant cheer!
Blackberries line the entrance – its path and its tunnel,
going with the flow and its welcoming form!
The hedgerows maturing in my leave of absence,
holding out a reassuring comfort – safe and warm!
Settling into the moment of midday’s musings,
exposed extremities catch the rays of the sun!
Low in the sky amidst a patchwork of cloud forms,
creating an audience with each and every one!
Slow raining leaves cast their intrinsic magic,
forming a natural mosaic upon the ground!
Silver Birch inviting with their golden highlights,
standing bold and tall in the sacred round!
With memories racing – catching up with history,
re-tracing our footsteps toward the old school gate!
Moving forth and striding the wishes of yesteryear,
behold the brand-new blank canvas to cogitate!
Scenarios dance with the rhythm of a whirlwind,
painting mental pictures in glorious tones!
Intellectual wanderings of hypothetical journeys,
mapping a plan and putting flesh upon the bones!
Trailing the circumference – we come full circle,
gathering impressions and moulding thoughts!
Conversations ramble to the melody of footfalls,
as we return to the seating – a rest of sorts!
A Crow and a Sparrow Hawk in disagreement,
ruffle the Hawthorn hedgerow with a sudden rush!
Gone in an instant – following different paths,
before we calmly return to the natural hush!
Lunch is sporadic with its random offerings,
underwhelmingly prepared in haste – by all concerned!
I watch a Red Admiral Butterfly late in the season,
sunbathing on the trunk of a Pear Tree – peacefully discerned!
Thoughts turn to Samhain and its celebrations,
remembering echoes that shine through the past!
There’s a gate to build in ceremonial tradition,
using the same old Hazel poles – air dried to last!
Fixtures and fittings with familiar foundations,
connecting with the Yew bed that matures with age!
The front corners of a triangle forming firm footings,
framing an entrance and bringing a little drama to the stage!
Bird feeders – prepared and loaded – an addition to the menu,
awaiting positioning to serve their time!
Next on the list – to open the entrance for the labyrinth,
by removing the fencing along a hedge in its prime!
Assuming the position we pick away at the endings,
multiple layers as they begin to fray!
Voices approaching and we are joined by the reserves,
a helping hand to lighten the load of the day!
With dedication peaked we devise a three-pronged system,
along the orderly line to its natural end!
We are left with an opening – to be finished with an archway,
as a fine mist crescendo becomes the rain on trend!
All in agreement – mission completed – we contently retire,
re-grouping around the round table – for afternoon tea!
The bird feeders afforded their forever homes,
open is the invitation and hung upon each a tree!
With the steady rainfall now intent on settling in,
reluctantly we leave with our contented smiles!
With kindly consideration escorted homeward bound,
the Pheasants dither in the sidings before we put in the miles!
