The Awakening Awakens!
There’s a Buzzard on lookout – from the wires across acreage – greeting my ride through the vale,
Cotton wool clouds – harbour grey lined shrouds – shading the wash of the Sun’s morning veil!
Taking in my arrival under the Weeping Willow – ‘Old Reliable’ my backpack finding its home,
Turning up the volume of a morning chorus encore – where footfalls follow and visions roam!
Winter fields they roll away – with the waking frost that greets the day – slowly melting into dew,
I pass the voluptuous babble of the dancing stream – over the rise to where destiny’s due!
Pausing with the still – where the awakening awakens – you can see it in the buds on the trees,
While the silence surrenders to Nature’s call – there are new beginnings that no-one sees!
Robin warms a welcome with its deep red breast – clamouring for view-points to survey the scene,
Crows they ramble – the Pigeons scramble – while the wind it rests with Snowdrops in the green!
The Bluebells reach – showing the tips of each – snug around the comfort of the Hawthorn tree,
The Hazel magnificent with its catkin cloak – so too the tiny blossom buds of the Almond Tree!
A gathering forms – making up the numbers – collectively casting an eye and taking the tour,
Preparations pre-amble the lead up to lunch – reminiscing the memories of the Sun-wheels before!
A mystery Owl – it captures the attention – a south-western flyover to ponder in thought,
With dark grey shadings – ample shape and form – unknown in origin an answer keenly sought!
To the eastward hill – where a Hare breaks the still – out in the open for a casual run,
Horizontal in its happenings – disappearing from view – in and out of the midday Sun!
A chill wind creeps – through the hedge as it sleeps – with a gentle sprawl it nips the skin,
Weaving on its ways – through the Trees as it plays – echoes of winter so they begin!
I watch the smoke rings trail – as the breeze sets sail – beholding the return of the Hare,
With a shade for its lovers – the sky pulls its covers – welcome the elements with the cooling air!
Observation calls and gathers an audience – drawing a muster to the Grove’s eastern edge,
We capture it’s rambling through a gap in the tree-line – hidden from sight by the hedge!
As the Hare retires and slips away – preparation re-focuses on the celebration this day,
Robin fidgets from perch to perch – in and out of the Silver Birch – to bear witness to our way!
As the cold tucks itself in – we begin the begin – with a gathering in the round,
On the gong of a chime – where we find our time – renewing footsteps over sacred ground!
The spring water tastes of melting streams – beholding the fulfilling of our Winter Dreams,
The awakening awakens with the help of the thaw -where pockets of ice still glitters and gleams!
Robin forms a shadow with the circles and cycles – forever eager to return,
From Tree to Tree and Stone to Stone – following sun-wise circles – with each in turn!
Snowdrops scatter and hang their heads – reaching up from grassy beds – more moving in today,
To ride the sun-wheels in seasons change – joining generations – as they all come out to play!
Floating lanterns cast afloat – drifting on the surface like a tiny boat – flickering on the breeze,
How the feeling grows – as we find our close – leaving one and all at their ease!