The tree offered the poet a key.
Expecting to find a door,
she circled the ancient oak elder
a number of times before
she spotted an open window,
high above the robin’s nest.
Shall this be my favourite hour
to leap across the Beltane fire,
a dancing May Queen
crowned in lily-of-the-valley,
circling with soul and song.
As light shines in every heart,
all things seem possible
in the merry month of May.
for Elaine and Vic
Sitting on a fallen tree,
two hearts of gold smile at me
and all the world becomes a song,
as love and bird sing all day long.
Hush listen to their hearts a-flutter,
as memory moves to early summer
where May recalls her happy hour,
a dance amid pale yellow flowers!
And as I spy behind the oak
a pen falls from my poet’s cloak,
for never have I seen such love
that sits beside the tall foxglove!
I am the face you see
in all trees – amid the thickest leaves.
Watch ten rays of sun
sweet-talk the morning mist,
high above my pagan heart,
where knotted roots
speak a tango to twisted limbs.
Seek only the path
with no end, for lips of berry
and sunlight linger there.
Sense Mother Earth and how
she connects me to your world.
Look deep into my eyes
hear the whisper of the wild,
it is where you and I belong.