An Enchanted Place

frost retreats in wreathing mists

as autumnal rays cascade

over twisting paths,

telling Winter

‘it is not yet your time:

sunlight still holds sway,’

but soon…

soon those darker days will arrive

bringing long nights of

crystalline clarity

when dreams marinate,

encased in Earth’s protective womb,

awaiting the burgeoning warmth

of Spring,

but for now…

now is the time of descent,

when the seeds of

future endeavours lie corpse-like,

coccooned in spidersilk

amongst tangled mycellium,

and the voices of the

ancestors whisper secrets

for those who are willing to listen

An October morning in the meadow – a time of frost, mist and spiderwebs. It was, quite simply, beautiful.