The Haze of the Harvest!
We wandered in – on the haze of harvest – the gift of welcome from the Sun,
A sea of shining with its touch of gold – and so the blanket fields they run!
Mother Buzzard exploring and off to the west – rising with the fall of the hill,
There’s a breath of peace in the flow of time – where the silence stands so still!
There’s gathering muster around the chopping block – where the fungi make a stand,
Seizing the moment with the season’s display team – like the soldiers of the band!
Crowding like a troupe in a cluster of rows – spanning out their reach,
Filling in the gaps with their kindred form – like the sand grains on a beach!
With the scenting call of the Buddleia – snaking its charm upon the air,
The Peacocks they flutter in their finery – with the pollen beads to wear!
Brown and yellow Dragonflies passing the time – with dark cherry coloured tails,
Weaving the wind on their wings of wonder – carving out their trails!
Robin he keeps a lowly profile – under the Hazel he takes a watchful rest,
Perched on the Aardvark form of the stumpery – a viewing for the blessed!
Meadow Brown’s pay homage to a swell of Thistles – and the tiny clover flowers,
Large Whites race the Small White’s bustle – and they keep it up for hours!
With the central fire and the glowing lanterns – where focus pulls us close,
We gather for our placement within the round – and time flies by a dose!
Incense it lingers and hangs on the moment – before the lifting of the breeze,
A Drum in crescendo foretold by the Gong – and so the Herald so decrees!
Hail to the Harvest in all its glory – with the seasonal seed and their growth of life,
The nuts they form with the flush of the hazel – where the swelling buds are rife!
There’s a moment remembered with a pregnant pause – with the coming of the close,
Offering a toast with the Mead – and our wheat made Ale – at the fireside as it goes!
A pair of Blue Tits with an arrowed dart of colour – entering from west to east,
A moment’s thought within the evening Sun – with a pleasured smile released!
With the raising of voices there’s a string of Geese – with a flightpath set south-east,
A group of ten pass the day with the daily news – with formation’s shape increased!
Celebration mastered around the dancing flame – the Sun it finds its shade,
The evening meanders with the telling of tale’s – as the sunlight starts to fade!
With a careful eye around the outer circle – there’s a final touring of the day,
With a vantage point on the flow of seasons – in each and every way!
There are conversational squeaks in the Butterfly Garden – hidden and out of view,
We listen to the gathering as we ready our leave – could it be Mouse or maybe Shrew!
With the dying of the fire and its glow of ash – we retire with a reluctant slow,
With the going down of the sunset’s recede – we leave and follow as we go!