With Time in Hand!

The Blackbirds herald my arrival – as they fidget in the hedgerow,
The standing puddles twinkle where they catch the light!
The morning Sun – as keen as mustard – where it peers through the patchy cloud cover,
While the wild Crocuses push up through the verges – to my left and right!

The remnants of clay they creep across the road – where it washes down the fields,
As the Songbirds sing their melodies in a harmony in the round!
The stream it flows and bubbles – running with the constant – free of troubles,
Leading away the show of the overflow – the cycle of water heading journey bound!

The Honeysuckle bursts its budding – as I make my entrance,
And the Grove bristles with nature in the still!
Anticipation grips the air – in the warmth of the awakening shining,
Holding in the heat – a day in winter’s retreat – lifting the heads of the Daffodil!

Perchance a while to sit in the Sun – feeling the growth of potential,
Sharing our memories that span the decades painting a picture in words!
Robin drops in to share of his news – enter the vision of a new companion,
A stereo study performing in satellite – such a beautiful pair of Birds!

The pottering commences in random directions – putting planning into practice,
The defining of roles – for achieving our goals – captured by this place!
The Holly Bed dressed with a drainage foundation with the elements of the earth,
Worked on in its history – flaunting of its mystery – with the shaping of its face!

The Shed is neat and tidied – with the storage provided,
Clearing off the shelves with a flick of the brush!
Retiring the Drums from out of the light – in a cabinet for filing,
There are sheltered holes – for ceremonial bowls – caught up in the rush!

Second breakfast ponders with thought in abundance,
With both trails of shared attendance and confessional tales!
Enter the Kestrel – a Hawk in the North – hovering still to focus,
Another check-point done – scanning pin-points one by one – until out of sight it sails!

Circumnavigating the Grove – a Raven enters sun-wise from the West,
A distraction calling with a short sharp cronk – sweeping slow to the South Eastern rise!
Settling high in the singular Tree-top – cresting the hill with plenty left to say,
With a resplendent view over nestling valleys – what a feasting for the eyes!

The Planning & Maintenance Department – cast an inquisitive eye with a final circle,
Close up and personal with a watching brief – the bigger picture sets the scene!
The knowledge collected – with each item inspected – gathering a chain of mental notes,
Colouring the lists of seasonal after care – with the life that yearns to green!

There’s a casual moment with time in hand – a complete withdraw in reflective grace,
Echoed in the sentiment – Mr and Mrs Robin escort us to the gate,
We share a final vigil with the form of the Elders – enclosing the utility zone,
Without we clear the shadows in single file – so early enough as not to be late!

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