This winding warren

Draws me on another chase

There’s more to explore

As it laps my bow

The still water’s gentle lull

Mesmerises me

Secrets in the soil

These harrowing mysteries

Best left to the plough

Beneath the oak tree

Rest in the shade of history

Tiger striped reverie

Order in chaos

Patterns in complexity

Phoenix from the flames

Multi storey meadow

Tells stories deep and shallow

From green to yellow

Doze along the shore

While willow seeds brush my jaw

Who could ask for more?

Fluffy catkin tails

Puff powder pin galaxies

In the drifting haze

Sun slips out of reach

I stretch to the dying peak

Thoughts I cannot speak

When fear reigns, hope dies

Closed eyes cannot be surprised

The rivers run dry

We find our level

Collect and spool in ditch and pool

Cycle through all life

Sweet nectar fragrance

Flows over the clover field

And turns to memory

It’s that time of year

The wysteria is here

Blue skies bright and clear

An oxygen hit

The first breath of the forest

Deciduous kiss

By finished we mean

We reached our limit and we’re

Ready to move on

Dodging and diving

Between paddle and bulrush

We keep our heads down

March up to the high

Out reach the other soldiers

Who toed their own line

Soft antenna strands

Diffuse longing lipid rays

Buck skin and sward deep

Summer cider haze

Cut the hay before the splash

Over in a flash

Let the weeds go long

Nettles grow between my toes

What have they done wrong?

Don’t wait for perfect

Now is everything you need

You get nothing else

Emerge from our cells

Long cold lonely winter shells

Spring casts magic spells

Gusts of wind and rain

Won’t wash our spirits away

They fill up our sails

The rest have all fledged

From a nest in a hedge on

The edge of a ledge