The Gallery Entrance!
The tint of a shadow – the morning grey – ushering in the welcome – this autumn day,
The sun it drapes a tapestry – across the horizon – as we weave upon our way!
The October fields in their bare naked brown – running away to greet the hills,
Where puffs of Tree-tops undress their pigments – lost within the seasonal wills!
Through the gateway and met by undulation – a sundried story of summers glow,
Moulded and sculpted the welcoming walkway – shrinkage captured in mid-flow!
Cracks and crevices linger – like broken glass – with a journey toward the deep dark red,
Of the mystery Apple with its seductive charms – under the now glorious sun overhead!
Second breakfast comes early on completing the rounds – to the detriment of the bench,
A rail gives to the elements – aging with time – feeling the moment with a sudden blench!
Wandering conversations – dreaming up replacements – as Long Tail Tits raid on mass,
Rifling through the strands of the Silver Birch – before their distraction comes to pass!
Robin makes an entrance in its Sunday best – offering a welcome for a sneaky peek,
Looking strong and healthy after a productive season – if only it could speak!
Attention turns to the Roundhouse bones – a parallel entrance to mirror the look,
Inspecting the holes dug in a ‘Blue Peter’ moment – the gift of fore-thought was all it took!
Out of the blue a Newt breaks for freedom – skimming the concrete footing freshly laid,
It’s retrieved in favour of a clean water bath – before it retires to the edge of the shade!
A Blue-tit takes a ramble through Ivy flowers – forming in blankets of delicate green,
Taking a piggy-back on the frame of a Hawthorn – firmly rooted where it’s always been!
There’s a doorway evolving – with the firming of fixture – a gallery entrance to behold,
A young Buzzard circles in screams of excitement – a witness statement now re-told!
The big green Dragonfly perfects its patrol – as completion is viewed with pride,
Reaching a milestone and completing a wish – reflected in the smiles beaming wide!
Reinforcing the circle the pegs are replaced – with distant echoes of Woodhenge views,
Linking the future and the past – with ribs of semi-permanence – making headline news!
As the gathering disassembles – I hang back collecting images – a time to weave of words,
Before I leave – I share a final thought with the Bardic Chair – while I listen to the birds!