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As the world awakens

To a dawning new year

May your dreams and your wishes

Feel ever more clear

In the moment when darkness

And gloom closes round

May a path of soft moonlight

Appear on the ground

And if you should happen

To stagger or sway

May your balance return

With the dance of Earth’s clay.

Let the voice of Earth’s oceans,

Her rivers and streams

Soothe jangling nerves

And rides of extremes.

And if numbness or grief

Become shivers of fright

May rainbows of colour

Embrace you with light

So that flurries of red

Orange and green

Indigo, yellow

And sky blue is seen.

When the actions of others

May fill you with dread

Remember that Spring

Follows Winter instead.

And the following three-

Sixty five that will dawn?

Consider the contrast

Is yours to transform.

Pivot bad thoughts,

Take flight on a dove –

Raise your vibration

Feel joy, peace and love.

 

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Twilight

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Come with me this winter’s eve

Come, follow Inky’s steps,

There’s something treasured here to see –

A wonder that’s most dear to me.

 

We’ll meet at forest, combe and stream

Beyond the village gate

Explorers in the space between –

The loving murmurs of a dream.

 

Then take a path which Ackland gave

That leads around to forest cave,

There stillness wakes and silence stirs

Amidst the giant silver firs

 

As Darkness reaches to embrace

Queen’s daylight and her glowing face,

They’ll skip and dance and seem to fly

Across the vivid painted sky

 

While shadows dance to feathered song

We’ll breathe, connect, engage, belong –

And no doubt marvel as we stare

What is it that we see out there?

 

The dark of day, or twilight’s seam,

The stillness or the pause between?

It’s only when we come away

That long legs stretch and giants sway

 

Adrift in twilight, silver trees

Float whispers carried on a breeze

Between the mighty oak and beech,

They wink and glide just out of reach.

 

For as you raise your head to gaze                 

Upon the picture of this page

You may  well wonder what you see …

The moving limbs of a wakeful tree?

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