Meet me by the old witch tree

laden with red berries

and scent of bracken and fresh rain

where the sun peeks shyly through shadowed green

meet me by the old witch tree

where my heart is caught in ancient tendrils

and twines of leaves

adorned with colourful rush of ribbons 

symbolic wishes and dreams

that blow gently in the breeze

meet me where the rain kissed my cheeks

and where the flush of brighter days

brought sweet relief

where the housemartin sings

in breathless, rapid song

and cooing of turtledoves awaken gentle smiles

meet me by the old witch tree

in the ceaseless quiet wake of solstice.