Today I saw Cowslips in grass verges,
Partridges scurrying as if I were chasing them
and oh so pleasing to my eye ~
Bluebells growing randomally in spinneys
by the redbrick and flint Church set upon the rise….
In the distance, a Windturbine farm stood proudly
turning on the hill, set sound amidst the brightest yellow
of the bold rape fields and growing green of winter wheat…..
I wanted to be invisible and float there forever,
no demands, judgements or fears.
Just joy of being in and of Mother Nature….
Floating and seeing, being and not doing…..
Simply in Spirit flight, scrying the skies.