I passed this way before

once in an Autumn lullaby

to see the eager fieldfares

strip a frosted hawthorn

and dandy peewits tumble

against a duck-egg sky

I came this way before

one lost October morning

to hear the grasses scrunching

beneath my step sublimely

and robins duelling melodies

across a frozen streamlet

I wandered once this way

in idle contemplation

to taste the air as sweet

as baby’s sleeping breath

and distant garden bonfires

seasoning the breeze

I often walk this golden path

on suchlike diamond mornings

to feel the turn of seasons

the gentle pulse of time

endless and unyielding

within a dome of wonder

Oli 01/11/07