Seen in the Chiltern Hills at Ringshall a tiny hamlet

A counter charm cometh
One warm April day
Where Beech and Oak stand guard
And one’s personal rhythym
May hover they say
Seeking truth
Between awareness
and ignorance we
Its the realms of consciousness
That we suddenly see
A spirit Kestrel
Understands life
As to its next move
It takes time
Baring strife
It needs to calibrate
Not Haphazardly
For Its movement is graceful
With such accuracy

It quietly perches
High in its tree
seen where theres spell craft
And source witchery
Seeking the truth
And clarity for
Hovering silently
Just wanting more
Patient, a watcher
Seldom had we
Imagined the next move
The enchanted tree
Enacts a nesting
A hidden refrain
Where rhapsodical murmurings
Are Heard once again
Sunlit of spirit
Perceptive perhaps
Intuitive intricate
Sorcery wraps
Pays homage to goodness
To fervour and zeal
Let sanctity surface
For whats seen is real

A genuine princess
Blessed she be
A true friend and someone
Revealing to me
A women of substance
A sable haired soul
Such divine inspiration
She carries that role
On Into the forest
The most sober of places
Where the vole and grass
Hoppers she put through their paces.