rise and root



The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

"When birds fall from the sky and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people...shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. they will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow"

Hopi Prophecy

~it's cold~

in fact its bitterly cold~the coldest its been to date due to the blast of Arctic air rushing down over our small country.

we wrapped up warm this morning and took flynt half a mile further on from his usual walk-deep into the woods of the Ornamental Drive, past Rhinefield House~built as it is seen now in the 1880's, but hunting lodges have been there since 1097.

the area is planted with Douglas Fir and Giant Redwoods from the Victorian era and is spectacular.

there was another solitary vehicle parked up but the owners were nowhere to be seen.
we followed a small track away from the deserted small road and were soon surrounded by tree's.

suddenly looking ahead from our place on a slight rise we saw a deer step out of the woods and onto the path~then another, then another.
a small herd crossed our path with one staying on the path as if watching over those crossing.

we followed a curving path that would lead us naturally back to the car park and the whole time we were watched by various deer who could be seen deep among the tree's~and when the snow started to fall ever so lightly it turned into the most perfect walk we could have imagined.


mel said...

oh, sounds lovely. wonderful that they weren't afraid of you...

i can almost feel the silence of the forest...


Rowan said...

What a wonderful experience, I have still to see any of the deer that are up on Blackamoor, B Baggins scents them and takes off like a rocket so they are long gone before I get anywhere near them. I'm promising myself a solitary walk up there in the New Year!

Moonroot said...

Oh that sounds so beautiful. I don't think we have any deer around here, which is a shame. Too many sheep!

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Chief Seattle

Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France