Lady Life

In the fly ****** fruit I see her,
In the bloated morning gall,
In the proud pheasant’s colours
And the old oak’s acorn stall.

She dances with the sunbeams
As they play upon the hearth,
Russet passions burning sprightly
As old autumn walks her path.

I see her in umbellifer,
In heather coarse and bright,
In broom and storms and sediment
Where larvae hide from light.

She creeps upon a spider’s web
And buries with the jay,
Then watches as the hazelnuts
Are lardered in a drey.

I hear her music at the brook
That chuckles over stones
And in the heavy evening air
That hosts a Buzzard’s moans.

She inspires awe and wonder when
The day’s eye lingers low,
His wake a silent orange roar
That rakes the evening’s glow.  

I see her in the fingers
That grip an Elder’s bough
And in the quaint expression
She has painted on a cow.

I see her in the water
That’s woven by the waves
And in a silent, starry night
That whispers over graves.

I know her when I seem alone
Yet sense a soft cocoon
That cradles carefully a child
Who’s lost beneath the moon.

I hope my love may know at last
A happy final home,
And oh I wish with all my heart
I’ll never feel alone.