Cheered on my way by a Wood Pigeon – with a clap of its wings – it takes to the air,
With the Finches calling from tree to tree – with a morning chorus to carry me there,
With a cry for attention a Buzzard surf’s the thermals – with a low circle on the glide,
I peruse of his manoeuvres – I make my way toward the gateway – I calmly step inside!
As thick as thieves – the wind drives the leaves – as they scramble to and fro,
With a firm touch of grounding under foot – in the greyness there is a glow,
Primroses and Primulas lift their heads – with the season of winter’s warm,
Pinpricked highlights around the hidden corners – taking shape and form!
With the gathering comes a welcome toast – with the Mead of many shades,
There’s a drumming round with many sticks – while the fire slowly fades,
From the south-east a Pheasant makes a call – from half way up the hill,
His motion is tagged and duly noted – an emotion warms the chill!
Up goes the call for a recovery mission – and the troops return to base,
There are words to be gathered for the perfect moment and put into place,
With an encore comes the gift of sunshine – with patches deepest blue,
Shining like the golden grip of Spring – and smiling at the view!
With peace restored we greet the Buzzard – above the climbing rise,
From the east it drifts in subtle beauty – with a feasting for the eyes,
Preparation builds and goes full circle – with the lighting of the flame,
Incense curls and sails – the hurried breeze – while the lanterns burn the same!
With the sounding of the gong we muster – with a gentle crescendo of the drum,
Taking our places among the Silver Birch – around the circle as they come,
With a gathering heralded and welcomed inside – one and all they follow their ways,
Moved by the flow and the joy of the moment – the very best of days!
In turn we sow the seed within and without – sowing our Emmer wheat into its bed,
In honour of the Sun – we fine dress it in wood ash – for a future to be fed,
For a blanket of earth the soil is strewn – as the seeds find their retreat,
Washed in so gently with the drink of life – the planting is complete!
As we share in the peace and this moment of balance – we are all and we are one,
A gathering of spirits with a like-minded collective – with the strengthening of the Sun,
Through the gateway to the light half of our year – our Ceremony comes to close,
As the fire dies down the table is cleared – and then the gathering it goes!