In the heart of the woods a jaunt for the whole night

It’s been a blue sky Wednesday

the pigment sucking sun

Turning  brown to orange

like damask silk it’s spun

i am sitting close to male dead Beech

not a single leaf

Lightening struck it years ago

bringing so much grief

there are a number of male flowers

bursting out but they

are very late  and very few

in the ending of this day

its dormant the sky still full of light

silhouettes for trees

hardly movement anywhere

The odd car and my knees

i did a spot of walking

with and without my sticks

as the light is fading into dark

Eyes playing tricks

out of the utter darkness

eyes are seen to stare

from ground level

and higher that’s when we are aware

the wild souls are nocturnal

its the time where they arise

purposeful and choosing a supper

It’s the  wise

Wonderful

believers

the foxes the badgers the Deer

nosing around the lay-by

looking for food it’s clear

humans drop all sorts of junk

theres not a lot to see, not yet

perhaps a squirrel

is looking straight at me

my rear view picks up headlights

but I must concentrate

on peaceful coexistence

and Beltane.