The Overgrowth of Summer!
The Overgrowth of Summer!
Time marches on into the heat of the Summer and the season calls to me,
the opportunity arises – since I last appeared in May – with so much there to see!
The door yawns open on an unknown adventure – where peace it stands so still,
nature hanging heavy on an ageless canvas – with the gifting of free will!
The entrance pathway – an evolving green tunnel – enhancing a welcome to the day,
leading us onward and around the bend – where the low hanging apples sway!
The Ornamental Crab Apples of purple and yellow – fruiting for all their worth,
the Plum Tree majestic in its ripened veil – growing with the fruit of the Earth!
The Dogwood resplendent – in the green it turns to seed – swaying in its bed,
a pair of Buzzards cruising above the Silver Birch – calling unseen from overhead!
A patchwork of greys it wriggles and wrestles – painting shades across the sky,
the Sun takes a break warming in the back seat – as the clouds they drift on by!
With the white chairs positioned – plans are collated – sharing a goblet of Mead,
the ground swell committed extending a layout – to the plan with all agreed!
There’s movement in the hedge-line – in and out of shadows – catching to the eye,
a baby Squirrel skipping around in the undergrowth – living nature’s high!
Nothing sings – like a Pigeons wings – taking me back to my childhood ways,
the sound in motion – evoking emotion – locked in the past of long-lost days!
A Meadow Brown Butterfly ventures hither and thither – taking in the views,
a Ladybird comes to rest beside my pocket – happy to settle and share in the news!
The Buzzards return – an adult and youngster – sweeping in circular rounds,
playing on the breeze – taking in a flying lesson – up above the Yonderland grounds!
Sustenance fulfilled as we finish our lunch and thoughts return to our plan,
gathering tapes and measures – our technical treasures – to define the marks of man!
Constructing angles – encountering tangles – until we refer to the colourful page,
Correcting diagonals – we square our endings – where three fronts form our stage!
A car park campsite – a welcome garden and a place to call the Labyrinth home,
Confirming the lines of future hedgerows and entrances – with footpaths free to roam!
Busy makes me dizzy while spraying white lines – indicating my need to sit down,
The ground catches an ending – to my constant bending – as is lately my renown!
There’s a Buzzard to the west – as I enjoy my little rest – following the line of the trees,
Such an elegant sight – caught in casual flight – encapsulating nature at its ease!
Tweets and whistles – climb above the thistles – with the grasses standing tall,
Yonderland reaching out in virgin swathes – where the wild grasses cover it all!
I retire to the seating – Glentaowen breaks out the tractor mower – painting of a scene,
to lay a slow and deliberate carpet – for inquisitive grasshoppers – inviting and pristine!
The wind churns the tree-tops with a mesmerizing beauty – sounding like the sea,
while down at ground level all seems calm – where tiny white Butterflies wander free!
A pair of interested Sea Gulls glide into vision – floating the drift of the tide,
peering down over the edges – of the bustling tree crowns – hanging on for the ride!
The overgrowth of Summer enclosing spaces -we will forever love to see,
the cycle of life in its swim of nature – the joy of the seasons – let it be!
Apple Trees swell – in the heart of this dell – as they snuggle around the stones,
a welcome sanctuary for the mind and spirit – I can feel it all in my bones!
