This is a little poem my friend Caren and I “hunted” together on a woodland walk. (Caren is a Poet, Adventurer and Creativity Coaxer – you can find her on Twitter: @InTheLighthouse). We created this poem literally during a woodland walk, by passing pen and paper back and forth between us and, one line at a time, capturing what we saw around us.
A Laughing Woodland Reunion
Our pilgrim feet are welcomed home
amongst feathers and leaves, birdsong.
Fairy doors and pots of gold
beneath the dancing saplings.
Ancient stumps hold stories
of exploration and form while
birds chant their glory.
Ferns unfurl in the wind’s essence.
There are bridges for the hidden folk
where the burn ripples along
lime but no lemons.
Fallen trees and benches make
a kaleidoscope of greens and browns.
Hearts and harmonies on paths
where wild flowers adorn wild places.
Trees with hearts and souls are
witnesses of times long ago.
Branches exhaling and relaxing
into amazing different things.
Can we stride without apology
amongst Holly trees lurking in the spring?
Raindrops retire on Beech leaves and
closed eyes smell coloured beauty.
We are overtaken on meandering walks
by waggy-tailed poem retrievers
beside an ancient oak
inspiring the sentinels of the future to grow strong.
The crow croaks out of sight
to spirit guides with golden crowns
skipping amongst bluebells.
Sleeping giants watch
our steady, irreverent progress
among moss covered roots.
The peace hangs in the spaces
between us and the muse.
The eerie questions that meet us
on secret paths to hidden places and
the realms that work within us.
Each step says “thank you”
as we soften and slow into their meaning.