Sowing the Seed!
Journey begins with the wind in the Willow – as the Equinox Sun dazzles my eyes,
The lush green fields rolling up to the hills – where random tree forms stagger up the rise!
Glistening water ribbons – snake across the road – yesterday’s rainfall retiring by the way,
Wood Pigeons settle – in the trees along the hedging – where the Songbirds have their say!
Crows skim at the ground casting temporary shadows, as the stream ambles underfoot,
The Hawthorn and the Buckthorn venturing into the green – where natural lines of faith are put!
The Sun shines resplendent on the thread of my peace – breathing in the warmth of the light,
Glowing in the energy with its touch of silk – beholding the moment burning bright!
As the gate swings open there’s a beacon of blossom – blushing in the pink of the Almond Tree,
Primroses and Daffodils swaying in the breezes – a palette of yellows a wandering free!
There’s a confetti of floweret’s – laid out like a blanket – where the winds snaffle blossom flowers,
Their delicate poise in a rest of perfection – the holding of a breath that can last for hours!
Robin sings a greeting from the cover of the Dogwood – shining alive in its vibrant green,
Against the backdrop of wine red stems – reaching out to the bedding hems – a sighting to be seen!
A triad of Buzzards swirling in the west – reassuring hope with their ringing calls,
We gather for lunch – an exited bunch – where words are captured while memory trawls!
We spare a discovery tour – around the outer path – admiring the buds along Orchard Way,
The Primroses are flowering around Lizzie’s Tree – a smile for the fabric of a fitting day!
The baby Cherry – displays its early flowering – full of vigour with the growth of early Spring,
The Crocus they come to pass – as they lay upon the grass – breathing in the moment to take it in!
Here and there the Snow Bells flower – with the Mock Orange buds bursting into leaf,
The Snowberry bushes awake with a stretch – the swollen buds of life – finding light relief!
The Goat Willow thriving as it wafts its hair – next to the young Willow twisting there,
Along with the Alder that hasten their quickening – a seasonal strength for all to share!
With a time honoured fire we prepare our ash – as it slowly starts to cool,
Glentaowen does the honours – readying the wheat bed – with a funky trusted tool!
Rescuing a Foxglove – we find a quiet corner – snuggled up close to the ending stone,
Preparation timed with the call of nature – the three sided table stands proud alone!
Robes of natural cotton – flow and billow – in the successive tides of the breeze,
In our restful dell – the incense smoulders with a swell – dancing with the Trees!
Hitting the trail with its fixtures and fittings – with lanterns of flickering tongues,
Painting the mood with the warmth of a melody – where the notes are softly sung!
Rounding the circle we gather a gathering – before the shining rays of the Sun,
With the nipping breeze just a taste of the elements – with the unity of one!
There’s a collective toasting with our ancestral web – as the season takes its turn,
With the balance of equinox – we plant our inner seed – as we live and so we learn!
The Emmer wheat bed – receives its seeding – with the bulging pods of grain,
Lightly dusted with the ash of fire – before the touch of the earth is strewn again!
Water flows like raining – to tuck in the covers – as the bed settles down to be,
Hopes are harboured within and without – wiring an overcoat for all to see!
As we come to a close – a Buzzard briefly circles – off to the south to play with the Crows,
The wind it bites – with its cloud invites – as the Sun it comes and goes!
Under a mesh of greys – moving different ways – I reluctantly ready my leave,
With a farewell chinwag and a contented smile – wearing my heart on my sleeve!