Cormorants fish
in the softness
of morning.
Unusually, I went for a stroll before work and was rewarded by this view and this poem.
Tag: birds
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The robin in the holly tree
pours liquid song
into my ears.
Spring equinox
The song thrush
shouts his delight
at the lengthening days.
Long tailed tits
I hear them before
I see them.
Balls of energy
twitter,
flitter,
and suddenly
the tree is full
of a tumble
of long tailed tits.
January awakening
Today’s dawn chorus starts with a tawny owl.
Soft hooting drifts through the
7am darkness.
The shrillness of my alarm clock
is so ugly by comparison.
Goldcrest
Glimpse of movement
overhead, a tiny bird almost
lost among branches
drops downwards,
capped fire-streak searching
restlessly for insects
expertly probing the bark then
stopping briefly to show
the world its beauty.
New for 2019, I’ve decided to start sharing my art here along with my poems. I paint wildlife (mainly birds) on silk. I’ve set myself the challenge to write a poem to go with each of my paintings, starting with this goldcrest that I painted last year. I thought I’d try an acrostic poem, I’ve not written one of those since I was at school 30 years ago! Hope you enjoy it & wishing you all the best for 2019.
Murmuration
Thousands upon thousands of starlings
dance against a pink sunset.
A parallel flock of humans
stand and marvel.
