Little bird bring us
Your sweet song
To woodland
And to meadow
Usher in another
Blessed summer
Little bird bring us
Your sweet song
To woodland
And to meadow
Usher in another
Blessed summer
Hummingbird fly
On vibrant wings
Sip, iridescent beauty
From trumpet blooms
The nectar sweet
With long slender bill
In flower deep
The purple depths
Of heather on the hill
Looked down at their
reflections
In the watery shadows
Of the timeless loch
Long tailed Linnet
Sweet flying Finch
Trill and twitter
Your pleasant song
All Summer long
The familiar forked tail
And crescent wing
Of the agile Swift in
sky
Performing aerobatics
Above the fields of
gold
So pleasing to the eye
In the summer forest
I stared into the
silent waters
Of the mirrored pool
It was a place spoken
oft in lore
An eerie haunted place
The stillest place I’d
known
To stand too long
Appreciating its
tranquillity
Could cost you your soul
There were no fish
To break the surface
No insect ventured
near
Bird song fell silent
at its edge
And no creature
quenched its thirst
No one knew if its
waters were deep
Or merely murky
shallows
It was not an inviting
place
But if you stared too long
Into its mesmeric
shadows
You would not tell the
tale
The air was sultry and stale
The heat oppressive
I sought the sanctity
of the shade
Embracing its coolness
I walked beneath the
leafy canopy
Where the silence
welcomed
Contented I walked
In the leafy summer
forest
Until within a glade
I came upon a woodland
pool
It’s still dark waters
Looking glass flat.
I peered through my
own reflection
Into the charismatic
depths
And felt unnervingly
as if
I were staring into
the depths
Of my own soul
And for the first time
On that sultry summers
afternoon
My skin felt cold
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...