Cycles of Life

Times such as these test body soul and mind So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things Like furry puppies, flowers and girls on swings In this bright morning sun as I roved out Past village houses waking to their day With little gardens, blossoms all about As all across this England’s pleasant brae In scepticism native to my heart With self restraint on humour that’s sardonic Ever seeking inspiration to my art I crossed heath margin gloomy and achromic Then onward later passing black swamp marsh Of putrid mud and roots round dead stumps curled As sunlight penetrated tree top arch I found myself in new and magic world Tread higher then, along the wooded track The earth grew ever brighter to my eye The canopy now thin, then folded back Til nothing seemed above me, only sky A single buzzard circled in the blue Then as my eye adjusted, were revealed Another, then Red Kites made patterns new With searching eyes they scanned the sunlit field In echelon of helix high then higher More birds soared in great three dimensioned bowl In choreographed flight dance; did they require Direction by divine traffic control? All Carnivores! life based upon life cycle Thus nature’s way is seen in rhythm born Seasons and the land each follow pattern tidal (These barrows once stood bare in sand dune form) In crisis deep we face a time of trial Could nature’s message give a way to vow Whether raged against or treating with denial All cycles shall complete; as then - so now 25 March 2020