THE HAPPENING

along the walk
   to six acre wood
sat in the sunshine
still needing a hood

observing the swallows
swoop 
    & pass
over
the new growing grass
earth dry&hard
   scented gorse
       in yellow garb

hares in proverbial
  careered without any nous
popping up 
   alongside us

across the vale
 worship floated
enthused& elated
   complemented&blended
my soul
    being mended