Out of Hibernation!
The clouds they clear as we step out of hibernation – smiling is the sun,
Catching up with the miss of the Sunwheel – skipping on to views plus one!
A momentous occasion draws one and all with the fresh air breathing – with a taste to behold,
Sleep having wandered the halls of anticipation – a tale of excitement to be told!
Familiar fairways reassuring – through moving windows – reaffirming yesteryear’s tale,
Variations on a theme through pregnant pauses – witnessing unseen deeds lost along the trail!
Smiling with fondness to serpentine sentiments – taking direction in timeless turns,
The shadows and light – they dance with delight – feeling the fire in the heart as it burns!
Our old friend the stream forever whispers – serenading the eager as they come to alight,
Turning a corner with traditional echoes – the sunshine of early spring – burning bright!
The patchwork pathway rides like a ribbon – over the contours following the gentle rise,
Passing the stunning white sprays of a Blackthorn winter – reaching panoramic toward the skies!
Looming is the vision the shade covered gateway – beholden of its secrets on the cusp of the bend,
Over the new rabbit hole that leads to adventure – approaching the point of journey’s end!
With a rattle of the keys – the gate swings open – into the shading shelter of utility’s form,
Soaking up the wonder and the full growth of a tree ring – feeling the energy safe and warm!
An entrance path flanked – with kindred Blackthorn blossom – enticing of the way,
In bursts of brilliant clouds – of tiny white flowers – blooming with pride their seasonal display!
The greeting fruit and nut trees – standing all a smother – with blossoms each of their own,
Standing tall and proud – each and every face in the crowd – my how they all have grown!
Bumble Bees busy – they buzz themselves dizzy – a myriad of flightpaths they come, and they go,
The Apples and Almond – the Greengage and Pears – offering a beautiful and bountiful show!
The Songbird chorus a symphony of melodies – in a delicate surrounding wall of sound,
The Primroses and Cowslips lift their heads – finding their places dotted about the ground!
The Dogwoods lying low and close to the earth – as cautious shoots contemplate the cycle of life,
While the Mock Orange and Snowberry hedgerow – shows similar signs of going under the knife!
The Willow’s mid-pollard and Hawthorn resplendent – as the Silver Birch come into the green,
Awash with catkins in their browning earthen tones and new-born leaves bursting onto the scene!
Snowbells peer from under the Moon Garden hedgerow – while Snowdrop flowers pass and retire,
Their foliage swells in tufts – looking like plump green spiders – aspiring to their seasonal desire!
Primroses gather around the Oak – with their purple cousins – for a private viewing in one place,
Tucked into the corner and marking the south – encouraging a smile upon every face!
Capturing visions where the Planning and Maintenance Dept. – have toiled over time,
Fitting in fence posts between the rabbit warrens – now sadly past their prime!
The boards they gather to have their pilots drilled – a dirty dozen of indeterminate age,
A motley sum making up the numbers – with hammer time completing an edging to the stage!
A task completed and decisions made – while I take a moment to rest my bones,
A gathering of sisters – a random collection of captured vistas – the handiness of phones!
The Bardic Chair – it calls me there – down through the weave of Orchard Way,
A nod to Lizzie’s Tree where the Primroses run free – on past the White Birch the memories play!
The aging weathered Chair – showing signs of wear – collecting lichen and a surround of moss,
With the contented welcome of comfort’s embrace – cashing in the wishes for a Sunwheel of loss!
Its exciting news – as I soak up the surrounding views – spreading out in all directions,
Sharing in the energy the spirit’s craved – a reacquaintance with deep and timeless connections!
The local Crows – call their fond hellos – setting out on single missions up above the trees,
Various Songbirds singing out from the compass points – piercing through the hum of the Bees!
With a dream fulfilled – there’s a wander billed – and it’s a short way back to the pond,
Where I spy a skipping Wren in the Ivy dressed Hawthorn – in the eastern border over beyond!
Finches chatter atop the Silver Birch – unaware of the new birdfeeder and their favourite dish,
A new addition hanging from an Almond branch – encouraging the invites looking rather swish!
The Sun retires in a sky of mottled greys – as the clouds they gather and it starts to snow,
Timed to perfection the work site fine and tidied – gathering up the remnants it’s time to go!
As we leave behind the gateway into gusts of snow-drifts – we make our way back over the rise,
To our left the hills climb up to the horizon – where Buzzards and Crows explore the skies!
In and out of the snow flurries we share in the banter – locked out in lockdown for over a year,
Warm with the glow of self-satisfaction – we raise a toast to patience – we were here!