An ancient path, worn, steps rooted,

Following an old stone wall, to the rocks above;

Penny Pies, Moss and Lichen growing side by side;

In early Spring, as Nature opens with new life.

At the top of the path, the trail flattens,

New Wild Garlic leaves line the way in patterns;

Going on to twist and turn like a ribbon;

Along the curve of the river, as leaves sparkle and glisten.

Two mighty Oaks, doorway to a magical place,

A steep track leading down to the water‘s edge;

A path soft with fallen leaves and dampened soil;

Winding steps to the first ledge of the river valley.

Before too long, the river can be seen;

The air filled with water’s rhythmic sound and energy;

And there, a sacred patch of Wood Anemones,

Prized by those who rest here, loved by Nature’s Sprites and Faeries.

Nothing more lovely, a picture of purety;

Vibrant, immaculate, joyful, beautiful;

Pure white petals with a golden heart,

A cloud of stamens like tiny yellow planets orbiting round a central star.

To the tune of the river, an epiphany;

An inspired idea came to me, magically;

As Nature hears and gives you space to be;

Sprites and orbs come out to dance with me.

Sensing sights and sounds and smells, good feelings;

Knowing this is why life means so much to me;

Appreciation for the bliss, the call to freedom;

Enchanted wood, made with love, a special kingdom.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf