Pathways to Spring

Although a bit muddy, the path to the mill is always a delight. Walking there recently, it is an old pathway, and many people must have gone that way in times past. The trees, birdsong and the way in which just for a short while, one is cut off from the world of cars, mobile phones and technology and just can enjoy nature in a small piece of wild. Here is a poem about the walk I did recently, and it is actually following the rhyming scheme of a well known Easter hymn. See if you can guess which one!

Pathways to Spring

To the mill, the rough pathway
The trees so very tall
Branches where the birds do hide
But we do hear their call

The ancient path, such tales must tell
If only we could hear
The whisper in the breeze for us
That meets us over there

The joy this dappled day has given
So beautiful and good
A glimpse in part of lovely heaven
The journey through the wood

Such small pleasures, just enough
That spring will now begin
The daffodils rising by the gate
And birdsong welcomes in

Our natural world enfolds in love
And hope is still there too
And trust in glory there above
As walk the path we do.