The Magic Roundabout!
The Sun shines brightly welcoming the day – as it pushes back the clouds,
An indifferent dawn – takes a hold of the morn – unwrapping rain filled shrouds!
As smooth as silk the ribbon unfurls – following the flow of history’s joy,
Pausing as a couple of female Pheasants cross the road – amidst the hoi polloi!
Disturbing the Pigeons – we soak up the sentiment with a contented smile,
The heart it simmers in the grace – of this sacred space – turning on the style!
With the seasonal touch and its reflective retiring – setting out the scene,
Where dead leaves gather in their masses – while others linger in the green!
Taking in the sounds – while doing the rounds – walking the time-honoured trail,
Around and about – the magic roundabout – the original ripple that tells of our tale!
Taking in the views – coloured in Autumn hews – as a Grey Squirrel bobs across our way,
Begging our pardon – and diving into the Moon Garden – with a scurry come what may!
Capturing a privileged look – at the flow of the brook – adventure bound toward the sea,
As torrential rains – leave behind sediment stains – with the drink of life set free!
Completing the circle – we seek out the temporary seating – where contemplation comes to rest,
My smoke rings rush away – on the breeze of the day – gusting with a zest!
Turning our backs to the wall – we gaze upon it all – out of the stiffness of the wind,
Its one of those days – under a tapestry of greys – wisping the thick and thinned!
A late – late brunch – becomes an early lunch – and we catch up on the news,
We hear the approach of the Raven – low and overhead – to become a majestic muse!
A Buzzard on the rise – a beautiful surprise – climbing over the Grove from the West,
A brief encounter – the star takes direction – leaving with a flash of its mottled white chest!
The Doves come and go – with Pigeon and Crow – drawing lines against the sky,
A songbird finds its perch – atop a Silver Birch – swaying with the elements – way up high!
Samhain supplies are confirmed and duly noted – while a framework network comes to the fore,
Kindly retrieved and sorted – with all present as reported – laid out upon the floor!
Tucked behind the Samhain Stone – as tradition remembers – the Samhain Gate takes its form,
Dressed for the occasion – with its reflecting pool and its cauldron – for a fire to fondly warm!
With all done and completed – prepared are the offerings – as we gather at the temporary chairs,
Lunch is reacquainted with an encore serving – thought provoking candour finely splitting hairs!
A Magpie skulks around the fringes – named The Northern Territories with a Gatekeeper’s smile,
Again the magic roundabout calls – as the strength of the wind it falls – and its sunny for a while!
A Woodpecker shouts likes it is having a crisis – from somewhere hidden by thinning trees,
In creeps a chill – to cool you at will – lowering the temperature by several degrees!
Sending a sign – down the invisible line – it was soon come the moment to take to our feet,
In single file fashion – holding on to the passion – with a wistful smile and a slow retreat!