Warming with the joy of the morning sun – a kindly gesture takes us close,
We alight on the corner – counting the kit-bags – the stream it babbles a whiling dose!
At the reach of the field-gate we meet with the rise – leading us onward an avenue view,
Wonder admiring the linear lines of the micro chasms – like our histories say we do!
I set foot upon the verge and I’m gone in an instant – like a Beetle flat on my back,
My back-pack thuds as it catches my fall – taking a moment to wind in the slack!
I struggle to my feet as I regain my thinking – nothing broken I dust me down,
Touched by the shock and the speed of action – temporary confusion wears its crown!
Nervously rubbing at the ribs of my back – we enter the gateway and stroll inside,
The sunlight sizzles as I rub the pain away – sharing a sigh with a hint of pride!
The sturdy gusts are keen with purpose – arrowing and swirling with nature’s flow,
Shaking with life the Trees and Hedges – with their life-cycles busy and on the go!
The butter yellow flowers of Solstice open – glowing reflective in the shining light,
While palmate hands of intricate definition – seek out the margins near out of sight!
Nature gathers for the height of summer – to witness the high-point of the sun,
A spectacular reveal – around the turning wheel – but first there are things to be done!
Preparation motions as we lay the table – a familiar pattern on a constant theme,
There’s a place for everything and everything in its place – within the grander scheme!
We pause for a moment as we swell our numbers – hugging a welcome with each in turn,
Forming a bond with the life on display – met around the southern fire to watch it burn!
Today we host House Martins visiting Dead Tree Hotel – with its fancy swimming pool,
Huddled up in pairs and bunches to dry in the sun – up to a dozen but fewer as a rule!
Settled in for the show they stay all day – windswept and interesting and enjoyed by all,
Like fidgeting marsh-mellows on their poky sticks – some circling sun-wise a free-for-all!
Some pathways are personal and some are shared – finding perspective in the round,
With each their journey a different tale – feeling their connection with the ground!
The smoulder of Incense grasped by the wind-flow – casting an atmosphere over the page,
Gathering the anticipation that builds to a chime – as it has done so now for an age!
Keeping with tradition we meander inward – following the footsteps within and without,
Coming to a rest at the touchy feely Silver Birch – with subjects scattered all throughout!
The circle it sings – with a muster of melodies – forming a focus where unity grows,
The secluded segment under dancing tree-tops – brings one and all together as it flows!
We remember the seasons wrapped in memories painting a backdrop in the now,
Sculpted by the elements – in their combinations – step up and take a bow!
Featuring directions with a lantern’s glow – where the fire-stick comes into play,
Wild and free – there for all to see – burning with a passion on this Solstice day!
An audience with the House Martins in their attentive huddle – warm and snug,
Rested and motionless – lost in thought – nice and happy in a fine group hug!
The wind it slows – as it comes and goes – inevitably we come to a close,
While the moment thinks – we rescue drinks – before we make it off on our toes!
I rest with my smoke rings – catching reflection – little dark Butterflies are new,
Another ingredient with a story to tell – in the Grove make-up of nature’s view!
As numbers dwindle there’s much deliberation – a Buzzard glides across the sky,
The sun it nips behind a vacant cloud and its time to say goodbye!