The Blue dress saga 6

The sky had that blueness
Forget-me-knots they
Like fairies hold hands
And seemingly play
Stretching their woad like
Littleness too
Supporting each other
In all that they do
Each happy face
Staring into the sun
Overwhelmed by the Spring time
And how it’s all sprung
Into life this here morning.
With my sun sachet, I
Carried it knowingly
Energy high

I lifted the latch
and went into the wood
With my energy source
I had made and it should
Hold me in good stead
just pulsing away
I felt my potential
Was with me today
The light is distinct
Really fighting shy
Some trees in leaf
Each wanting the sky
Needing the sunlight
For garlands to grow
Under meandering branches
Aching below

Still in a state of rest
Their silence a hush
Sequestered secluded
The shadows the blush
Unhurried and airless
Unblinking, I know
Exposed to the artistic
Wonders below
Sword like shafts
Plunge causing phantoms to be
Swaggering everywhere
Wanting to see
The green under cover
Whose tranquillized leaves
Gasp at the new light
And all it achieves

In such a wood
the shrub layer may
Play host to many
a ramson display
The scent of garlic
a psyche of sorts
Take a deep breath
and it enters ones thoughts
Enchanters nightshade
and mosses galore
On fallen ash branches
All over the floor
Many trees leafless
The Beeches of lace
Delicate from rising saps
Oh! The grace
of it all
Their transformation it’s here
Food gets to the buds
That thrust is now clear

The soil is now warmer
And Physical pressure
The power it’s within
All of that energy
It does begin
to push the sap upwards
The glorification
Of Nature behold
Can’t you feel that elation
On a sunny bank
The Lesser Celandine
It’s sensitivity
It loves the sun shine
And It opens its blossoms
Golden and glowing
But should the light fail
It is all knowing
At night when it sleeps
The gold it is hidden
And if it should rain
In a way that’s forbidden
Despite waxy leaves
It still loves to be
Kissed by the sun
In a true reverie

Hello Angel I heard a voice say
It was a fallow Deer
A cervidae
Graceful and elegant
Dignified too
Dear Mrs Deer how do you do?
I love eating green grass
And what about you?
I wear my blue dress
Which helps me to see
And talk to the creatures
Like you magically
Such wonderful antlers
Flat and supreme
When you glide through
The forest
How does it seem
Your vigour and fervour
Each spirited dance
I wish I could join you
If I had the chance
One moment she was with me
And in a flash
She was gone
So insistent on making a dash
Shy timid creatures
Just upped and went
So beautifully Balanced
And clearly content

Twit too woo twit to woo
A cute Tawny Owl beautiful markings
How do you do?
Perched high up there
Ready to fly
And To drop like a stone
Out of the sky
To grab a wee mouse
And swallow it whole
Dentists don’t feature
In owl lives dear soul
Where Silence is golden
Their feathers so soft
Deep meditation
While they are aloft
Scurrying rodents
Just turn them on
When they drop it’s all over
And the mice are gone

What do they taste of
Pray tell me will you ?
We don’t have tastebuds
Really it’s true
We swallow our prey alive
It’s wiggles we feel
That’s is the best part
Of a any live meal
And she was aloft too
Gone in a flash
and I was alone again
Life’s one mad dash
I thought I would sit down
And magick away
all that had Happened
In my blue dress today