I Went Walking
I went walking beneath an English sky,
around dormant fields churned winter brown.
The chill air on my face was crisp and dry.
The path I walked waved up and down
gentle undulating hills.
I followed an ancient bridle way
that crossed my track whilst wandering free
sometime around the middle of the day
as I emerged into greenery
covering the way ahead.
Lit it was, with dappled sunlight dancing
flickering golden stars on to the ground
“come follow” called this path enchanting
so I, with freedom at my heels found
myself out upon those hills.
Weary and downcast, carrying the many heavy cares of the day I enter the garden.
Picking up the patient rake, with steady rhythm I gather the last of withered autumn into damp brown pools.
Green grass glistens and parts.
There is life’s new shoots poking through beneath the pear tree.
With easing breath and straightening limbs I bear the fallen leaves to the compost heap.
A gossamer spider’s web stretches, perfect and taut against the wooden frame.
The resident robin contemplates my mo