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Seasonal signals

The first drops of welcome rain turned into

A torrent. It hadn’t rained for weeks and

The smell, the petrichor, was literally out

Of this world. It is said that scientists and

Perfumers would give their eye teeth for

Such a formula, one that might duplicate

Or at least mimic the captivating aroma

That accompanies the first rain following

A long dry spell


Yes, nature has her ways, ways that will I

Imagine always bamboozle and mystify our

Senses, leaving us in awe as to the secrets of

Creation. Secrets akin to radio waves, seasonal

Signals, messages on the aether, signs in the

Sky we can readily tune into day or night


Out walking this morning I suddenly found

Myself surrounded by what might in the past

Have been thought of as the ‘spirits of the woods’

A warm late summer breeze danced around me

A busy butterfly kissed my cheek and the trees

Marked my passing by sending down a shower

Of crackly summer-baked leaves


On the air the signature tune of autumn. A hazy

Sky, not quite so much heat in the sun, and cooler

Nights in the forecast. The spirit of summer is

Vacating her throne and winter waits patiently in

The wings. How short the never-ending wizardry

Of nature's regulator. The lifespan of a snowdrop

Or a buttercup, here today gone tomorrow as too

The lambs in the fields and the cows in the

Meadows. Omens that speak of an unstoppable

Perpetual passing - an urgent annual renewal

Of life in all its forms


Once upon a time the rustling of the trees spoke

Volumes to those who could hear, and the intoxicating

Aroma of jasmine or bog myrtle ushered in a sweeter

Nights sleep. Whilst willow and hazel led the thirsty

To water and a broomstick kept by the fireside did

Much to ward off evil. Witchcraft and folklore by

Today’s standards I suppose, but isn’t Hallowe’en a

Celebration of ‘natural knowing’, of rejoicing in the

Past and looking forward to the future and who on the

Eve of All Saints’ Day wouldn’t swap their tablety

iPod fandangle for a ride on a real broomstick?

I think I would!

© Joseph G Dawson




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