During this evening program Ailim led the members through a poem creation exercise where we passed the pen to each person, building a poem. These are the two poems created by the grove.
Rain drops fall in the early dawn
landing lightly on the blades of grass
The wind’s beautiful song played like a faery’s touch
on the tips of my senses
Snakes work their way through the wetness in search of warmth
Crickets song heralds the Sun’s rise
A bright streak, a flash, an instant and the young Maple split
as the leaves speak to the wind
Birds take to wing
clouds part, winds rise, the Maple speaks
Taranis has spoken.