An Evening Walk To An Ancient Yew Tree in SomersetA Poem by Danny MetcalfeIn the warm green
evening light, we walk hand in hand, with our Hearts
smitten with Love; along a stony narrow path. The pink sky tints
our eyes and pale green hedges rustle with whispering birds. The green of earth
echoes in the wind; its wild power
ringing in our ears, lifting smiles to our faces. We kick stones and
walk through the dust with confident strides, Knowing the True
Day is Infinite. Onward, we scent
the charm of purple Lupins stirred by the throne of air. Earth Spirits peek
their heads around the petals with curious delight, Only turning away
when a cat crosses our path. In the distance
upon the shoulders of the hills, Apples sing of Mystery. Their Voices rest
upon our lips and we see in the turning of the sky the True Joy of a
Silent Heart. Our Eyes deepen and
rise like the Sun. The mustard-seed
air is crowned with Gold! Up the narrow church
path, we pick
blackberries and talk of Witchcraft. Our pristine
Prayers rattle forth from our tongues. The true Priest (The
Soul) grants our Wishes. Through the gates,
the Yew Tree stands enshrined. Its Ancient roots tickle
our feet. Sensing its Power, we tread softly. Its long arms cover
the sky like a giant bird. With great respect,
we place our hands upon its body, feeling the blessed
power surge through us like an electric current. We kiss one another
and as the Sun descends, our Hearts rise. © 2022 Danny Metcalfe |
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Added on August 22, 2022 Last Updated on August 25, 2022 AuthorDanny MetcalfeUnited KingdomAboutI am a writer, poet and playwright. All works are first drafts. My favorite writers are: Arthur Rimbaud, William S Burroughs, Clarice Lispector, Robert Walser, Julio Cortazar, Mikhail Bulgakov,.. more..Writing
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