Patience is the red kite
\nCircling above
\nA keen eye
\non the ground below
\nAcquainted to the Dove
\nIn that you are both birds
\nIts true
\nBut that is where it ends
\nA poem from my window
\nto the world
\nWhere my dear friends<\/p>\n
The Corvids,
\nperched before me
\nOn Thin spirals
\nall showered
\nThe Copper Beech
\nits delicateness
\nOf vibrant twigs
\nendowed
\nAnd on the thicker branches
\nA jackdaw his head bowed<\/p>\n
I feed him every other day
\nAnd his friends
\nthe rooks and crows
\nWho Also come
\nto be fed by me
\nSo Remarkably he knows
\nOf all the trees
\nin this here road
\nUnder mine
\nthey will enjoy
\nA smorgasbord
\nof niceties
\nThey bring me wild seeds too
\nGenuinely thoughtful
\nIn all that they all do<\/p>\n
Then there\u2019s a little fellow
\nA Robin seemingly
\nAlone he feels in many ways
\nI look at him
\nAnd He feels a bit like me
\nHe sits atop my bird house
\nAnd shelters sometimes there
\nThere is always food a plenty
\nAnd I know he is aware
\nWood Pigeons come, a magpie comes
\nA squirrel too some days
\nAt night a fox, and lots of other wild souls
\nSo it pays
\nTo talk aloud to all my friends
\nAnd write about them too
\nAttracted by the energy
\nThats shared really its true<\/p>\n
This lockdown hasn\u2019t phased me
\nMy true friends leave me be
\nThey do not use expletives
\nNor get upset with me
\nThey don\u2019t have funny attitudes
\nIn all their world they know
\nThat there is food left out for them
\nAnd their wild gifts I let grow<\/p>\n
Many plants that I can eat
\nLater in the year
\nI do feel that connection
\nAnd for me its really clear
\nSitting in my window
\nEvery single day
\nListening to soft raga\u2019s
\nAnd watching my friends play<\/p>\n
There is kind of guiltlessness
\nAn inoffensive state
\nAn immaculate creation
\nNo matter what the date
\nThe callow wildness surfaces
\nThe delightful dew drops they
\nHang from the sprouting fuchsia
\nIn a natural light display<\/p>\n
The Rosemary still flowering
\nLight lilac of hue
\nSurely its unusual
\nWhat it appears to do
\nI feel,that it exudes real joy
\nIts been left, to wind its way
\nUp Through the paving circle
\nAnd Its smiling everyday<\/p>\n
The criss cross
\nof the telephone wires
\nVibrate with wind they do
\nImaginary symphonies
\nTo those who know how true
\nAnd the sun creates
\na bluer sky
\nAnd my desk
\nis bathed in light
\nThere is really
\nnothing more healing
\nThan To work here
\nday and night<\/p>\n
Some Snow drops nestled
\nnear the Cherry
\nOut of the darkly
\nmould now lean
\nPure white buds
\non tiny stems
\nAnd delicate bells
\nof vernal green
\nThe fairest maids
\nyou will ever see
\nSharing their eternal
\njoy with me<\/p>\n
To be a druid
\nWhy not I say
\nTo respect the seasons
\nAnd make my way
\nInto the future
\nmaking amends
\nSeeing the fey
\nWho quietly go
\nAbout their business
\nAs we know<\/p>\n
Alchemy is everywhere
\nGods and goddesses
\nPowers we share
\nA deference for all things wild
\nWhite of hair
\nheart of child
\nIn many extraordinary ways
\nThe magic cast
\nNow all our days<\/p>\n
Share reverence for the energy
\nThe food we share
\nLets constantly
\nFeel the seasons
\nIn all we do
\nThe wheel of life
\nIs turning too
\nAnd we must turn
\nEat seasonably
\nWhat grows today
\nWe eat and be
\nIn tune with Nature
\nOur Mother she
\nWill then respond
\nAnd be kind to thee
\nFair mindedness comes
\nFrom a thoughtful mind
\nAn unbiased heart
\nHence the undersigned<\/p>\n
Is working on the path ahead that final journey
\nTo the Summerlands<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Patience is the red kite Circling above A keen eye on the ground below Acquainted to the Dove In that you are both birds Its true But that is where it ends A poem from my window to the world … Continue reading