The Warmest Welcome!

Morning wakes in dampened greys – after a night of winter rain,
Waking with the awakening – the dawning of yawns – going with the grain!
Quiet is the journey lost in thought – taken to the flow of the stream,
Taking in the air while soaking up the elements – sampling the life of a dream!

Greeted by a Wren – still and watchful – perched on a fence post to the chatter of Crows,
The warm air lifts the day above winter’s freeze – with the help of sensible clothes!
A quartet of Ravens – passing over southward – deep in conversation they fly on by,
Tactile is the tangible – a shroud of greys – engulfing the moment and clouding to the eye!

A formation of Ducks play follow my leader – taking a nor westerly turn of events,
The Silver Birch needles – pinprick with highlights – to their differing extents!
Robin comes and goes – fidgeting on tiptoes – as second breakfast retires indoors,
Picking at a corner cast out of the doorway – we share a sandwich as it boldly explores!

The clouds they lift and the misting’s drift – hanging out the day to dry,
As the cloud covers thin – the blue of sky peeps in – through a patchwork painted sky!
With the first timely wave of new arrival – preparation need not hang back any more,
Sun rays spotlight in random pockets – warming with their touch and setting the score!

Robin views a multitude of wandered paths – following the footsteps that echo in time,
Every now and again – in a seasonal vein – wrapped up in the words of a rhyme!
The roads they deliver the hindered traveller – and our numbers are complete,
Decorating final touches – the lanterns flicker – incense smouldering and feeling the beat!

The sun it smiles on our warmest welcome – an awakening gathering history has served,
Brightening the circle and the buds of the Silver Birch – something to be truly observed!
Picking out the contours and casting subtle shadows – the Stones they seem to sing,
The breeze it hints in a sensual whisper – with all the peace that it can bring!

Snowdrops nod in seasonal reverence – while we share our private thoughts,
Spring water drips like the melting ice – with its timely flow to quench all sorts!
Floating flames – they slow meander – gliding carefree in a collective feel,
The Drums they stuttered with a brief disturbance – spinning round the wheel!

Daylight lingers – running life through our fingers – strumming the chords of the new,
The melodies dance – while the verse takes its chance and we casually take in the view!
Like leaves we scatter on the wind and trails – weaving our paths under the sun,
In all recollection – the finest connection – for each and every one!

oOo