Leaving

At first you were enigma

Getting lost in your tangle

In time my mental map improved

As I viewed you from every angle.

The cacophony of your noise

Overwhelmed and thrilled

So many sounds to name

So much diversity, my vacuum filled.

Slowly rising above field

The wild crept to our Eden

Following streams and crossing over

Bringing edge to our garden.

It is a place of rooms

Among the bush and trees tall

A winding and gentle place

With paths connecting all.

We trimmed your fields

To feed and bed the cows

Trees we planted for life, enclosure

Shaping the land according to vows.

You fed us and kept us warm

During the past twenty-seven years

Of course there were ups and downs

But you helped to smooth our fears.

Strolling through wildness

Fluttering, calling gentle breeze

Having let the garden go

The rose still seen through trees.

In here the sun is welcome

From dawn till dusk

Through windows she comes

Streams of light amidst the dust.

Is there a place we should have gone

More beautiful and fertile perhaps

Such a question need not be asked

As with fledglings their nest enwraps.

Now there are things we have to do

To keep our heads above the crush

It is a daily grind confronting

To it all we cry out hush.

Witness, relish the moment

Emersed in quiet calm

All our cares forgotten

Relaxation solitude together a balm.

In the light of a summer evening

When cares have gone to their beds

It is just you and I in the stillness

Comfortable together lost in our heads.

We have come to know you intimately

Your hills and woods and streams abundant

Now we soon will leave dear friend

With your growth on a flatbed, intended.

©️ Steven Tubb, 2021