Wander

 Come wander the autumn woods with me, who knows where our footsteps will lead……

Down leaf carpeted paths, with glimpses of late chicory blue meadow borders. 

Under ash, hazel and sycamore, seeds dervish whirling down. Stopping to pay homage at the young hedgerow elm, knowing we must enjoy it now before it taller grows.

Onto soft needles of pine and spruce, new forest on old, hence eruptions of purple wood blewits and creeping ivy tendrils. 

Along the secret grassy path twixt hedge and wood, bramble heavy with occasional strings of scarlet bryony. 

And down into the serious deep of the beech wood, high invisible sighs, solemnity of the ancient in their zen reveries. Let us pass respectfully by. 

Out past the rustling oaks, busy with the scamper of squirrels and nonchalant acorn discarding. And finally past the blood seed studded yew, branches long bow ready in their archers arch.