13 May – Time weaves spells

Time weaves spells
in Old Spring Wood
where fresh leaves,
established wood
and creeping moss
merge
moments
with memories
of seasons,
Septembers
and centuries
circling ever round and out.

Monks coppiced here,
in Old Spring Wood;
their calloused hands
coaxing the land
to harvest
oaks
that grow again
as I trudge by,
still sensing them here
even while I conjure fresh ideas
to whisper and play
among the trees.