It’s not easy, being green She laughs, and tosses hair of flame Whilst directing me to clean up Alder trees Wasteland Abandoned buddleia Whilst nudging me up the hillside Starting compost piles Feeding the birds And not just the “pretty” ones As I place… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 4 – Piety”
Following the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem inspired by music. I wish I could write a poem Like Williams wrote The Lark Ascending Those trills and furls of sheer beauty Capturing the essence of song The spring morn, The warmth of the sun… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen: Lark Transmogrified”
Despite the pouring rain, the garden has been full of birds today, primarily blackbirds. They are out in force, braving the weather to get the food they need, to keep themselves fit for the future and the cold months ahead. I hope we are… Continue Reading “Blackbirds and the General Election”
The pigeons sat on me The day I took the train. I’d seen the old man A local, perhaps Or a tourist, but such a lack of Surprise At his avian invaders He stood beneath the sighing sycamore While feathered rats Stood politely on… Continue Reading “Pigeons”
I often find myself distracted in the kitchen. I’m supposed to be jamming. Making jam, not music. But the pigeons coo, the great tits see-saw whistle, the blue tits chatter and the wrens scold, their huge voices belying their tiny bodies. My feelings war… Continue Reading “Distracted by the Birds”
Photo by me, Magpie through a rainy window, copyright 2017. One for Sorrow Two for Joy Three for a Girl Four for a Boy Five for Silver Six for Gold Seven for a Secret Ne’er to be told. Ok, most of us will know… Continue Reading “Magpies”
A quick news update via Patreon, and the start of my own section of the Moon Books Blog. Bird lovers in particular will enjoy the article on the blog.
These little beauties all came to pick at the crumbs left by fellow bank holiday revellers. I was on the seafront at Hornsea, resting my weary bones after a meander on the wet and glorious beach. As I sat quietly, the martins waited until… Continue Reading “House Martins”
Despite the rainy intervals, these gorgeous swifts managed to catch some respite during a sunny spell, drying themselves in Lugh’s light. I’m spending Lughnasadh, also the time of Lammas and the first harvest, camping with family near a farm in Skipton. We are enjoying… Continue Reading “Merry Lughnasadh “
This beautiful boy just hopped casually into the garden, flopped down, spread his wings and luxuriated in the sun. Why wouldn’t you?