Here is a recording of me reading this poem.
immerse yourself
in the warm, inky night
take no light
go when the air is still
to the trees where
the day birds sleep
can you hear the thrushes dream?
each crisp leaf that tumbles
loud and sharp in the silence
breathe in as sycamores exhale
smell dew-induced
petrichor and listen to scurrying
rodents in the brambles
sense cautious footsteps
of watching foxes
as you feel the pulse of bat calls
tremble the roots of your hair,
newly-attuned
feel welcome here
Following the Heron 
Beautiful. I feel like I really need to do this. I hardly ever connect with the earth at night time – all artificial lighting, cosiness and screens inside. Must heed your beautiful invitation! x
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Thank you Sally. Yes, the night feels so different. But a word of warning! One thing I didn’t mention is that I came across a man lying on his stomach, dressed in camouflage with an air rifle pointed at the path I was about to walk down! I asked him what he was doing (this was at the Gunpowder Works). He said he was hunting rabbits! I told him he was in a nature reserve and shouldn’t do it here. He was very friendly and polite and left (probably because he shouldn’t have been doing what he was doing AT ALL!). But yes, meeting a man with a gun in the woods at night when you’re alone is not a fun scenario!
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Oh my goodness! Yes that’s a night creature you wouldn’t expect!
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