Six Poets of the Equinox (Group Walk One: Alfoxton)

Six Poets of the Equinox (the antithesis to the four horsemen of the apocalypse) Assembling, We unsheathe our pens in the shadow of the Coleridge Oak. Alas our outstretched limbs do not amount to its great girth, But oh the potential! Proceeding, We walk as one through trees of green, The clouds weep, For Summer is passing. The wind plays hide and seek with my vision As my hair turns nest-like, I turn and see you. Connecting, We pass a melee of grounded blue tits, Freshly out-cased conkers - Flashbacks of childhood reflected on their shiny coats, A drought of un-cupped acorns Dropped too soon, Yes, I can see you. Ascending now, From under the hooves of huntsmen, A golden shaft of light breaks through Fleetingly at first, on fungi, (No chicken in these woods), You glow like nature's streetlamp, At the end of arched-branched tunnels - Life from rotting hollows; And I can see you! For you are a beacon Autumn! An...