The wind last night was a howling energy
that ripped, slapped and brought fear of the trees in me
Wild, they rattled and shook
Threatened to throw themselves at me and hurt
Recklessly, carelessly they did not know me
I asked them, remember? It’s me. Please don’t hurt me,
Ignored, they tore at their limbs, threatening
Threatening
as I cowed my head and ran, terrified
Wild
Wild
This morning, Baby-time not knowing how early it was,
Clocks change but not for us.
Pre-dawn perfection, stillness, darkness
Calm again in the trees and air
I thought the leaves will have dropped now,
trees bare and Winter-clad
We walked out and found a flint from
Thousands of years ago
Deep Time ancestors left this for me to find today
Milling about, I wait for the sun to rise,
Four dippers squabble, chase, chatter, play on the river
My heart leaps, for this is what I need to see
There is magic in this world,
It is not dying, it is glorifying its aliveness
All of it, the wild raging winds and the still cold dawn
All of it
Wild
Wild
At last the Sun rises,
Golden and joyous
There are still leaves yet on limbs
as the Sun turns the trees into balls of brilliance
Fire from below as flaming fallen discarded the whole world turns bright
I sob to see this
Just me, Dog and sleeping Baby
Steps take a living Age to complete
For how can I do much else but look and wonder at it all?
For this is what I was made
Senses to see,
To hear the call of the dipper
To be blinded by sun through silvery birch
To smell kicked-up mulch of the forest floor
To taste cool air
To feel
To feel
And to weep at it all
Even at the creeping cold of my toes
Nwyfre 