Sparing a Thought!
After the rains – the dawn it comes calling – the light creeping out of the dark,
The sun it climbs – as the morning shines – let the pilgrimage embark!
The sun seizes the day – chasing the clouds away – brightening the weave of the trail,
Dispatched with Mrs Glen – with a kind delivery once again – bringing in the fine detail!
Alighting at the junction – our paths in conjunction – following the cracks in the road,
The sound of casual banter – gripped with anticipation – with each burdening their load!
Stepping through the curtain of nature’s shade – where the greeting Elders grow,
Swaddling of the gateway – secluded from the byway – where destination comes to go!
Due diligence smiles with the care of the Gate Keeper – painting a picture and setting the scene,
Warming a welcome in the autumn sun – with a nippy breeze that’s a trifle keen!
Wrapped in the comfort of season’s turning – we settle with the flow of the day,
Soaking up the atmosphere – within the crystal clear – forging a connection in a natural way!
Come the ending of breakfast – in the throes of a shiver – the lure of the circle calls us in,
Seeking the warmth of the sunshine – we emerge from the shadows – a welcome touch to the skin!
In their seasonal order losing their leaves – the Silver Birch dancing in provocative undress,
Lost in the construction – admiration of the Samhain Gate – extending subtly yet built to impress!
Wayward Crows – they fight the windy blows – and preparation divides and shares its chores,
The entrance candles address their windows – sheltering the glow from the windswept flaws!
Robin finds its orders – in the Dogwood borders – tucked in its safety away from passing feet,
With regular to’s and fro’s – a captive audience of shows – catching the action while most discreet!
With the slide of time – we can caress a rhyme – offering a thought in a sombre tone,
Adjacent paths – they warm our hearths – leaving with a chill to the bone!
Taking of a moment the outer way circle – sparing a thought – in keeping with the day,
A private thought for a life-long stalwart – as he finds his rest in an ageless kind of way!
And when the fluffy clouds – they draw the crowds – cherishing a hold of their drums,
The gather of a gathering around the fruit and nut – the wind it this way comes!
Preparation completed with a flurry of touches – with time for the telling of tales,
In the flow its all go – to those in the know – when the ship it sets its sails!
Holding hands with the circle of the Silver Birch – we settle with the energy of the Trees,
With a heartbeat pounding – we feel our grounding – relaxing at one’s ease!
Sharing in the melodies – the rhythms of life – a collective unity shared with the band,
With the wheel in motion – a tide on the ocean – holding an island in the palm of its hand!
Sparing a thought for the Ancestors – we choose our words – with the flickering of our flames,
For the seeds and threads of our history – and for those we know their names!
The golden shimmer of the autumn yellow – the Silver Birch they dance in the sun,
The ripple of leaves raging – like a fire of tongues – beautiful and mesmerising to everyone!
Entertained by the Elements – with their seasonal party – we sweep the cobwebs away,
The dusts and the crumbling’s – of our random bumbling’s – into the past where it asks to stay!
After the calling of the cauldron – we count of our blessings – with a little one on one,
Sharing the moment with the Ancestors – as we’d like to think it’s done!
The circle draws its close – with a final lantern – and we huddle round the fire,
With the drifting thoughts – of memorial sorts – we respectfully retire!
A collective in transformation – with the adding of layers – as the light it starts to fade,
Returning the Grove to its former glory – while the flames burn on with the connection made!